Chapter 74

Early morning. Delia woke up to find Curtis staring right at her, that half-smile in his eyes driving her mad. The moment their eyes met, she instantly went red and smacked his chest, puffing up like an offended kitten. "Stop looking at me like that!" she snapped. Then, without waiting for a reply, she yanked the blanket over her head. So embarrassing! And with Curtis wearing that smug look, she knew without question he was messing with her. Last night had been going so well. The vibe was there, and things were just about to get... steamy. But out of nowhere, she'd shoved him off and scrambled to the floor, hands gripping her chest like she was protecting her life. She'd panicked. Totally overwhelmed. Like her heart was going to punch its way out of her ribcage. And then-Curtis had the audacity to laugh at her! He had one hand propping up his head, the other messing with her hair like she was some small animal. "I thought you were all bold, flirting with me daily," he said, lips twitch