Delilah.
As the wind softly blows, we get to Thorn’s jeep and instead of opening the car, he stops to look at me. At the rate at which he is gazing at me, I fix my hair behind my ear and my cheeks heat up.
He looks at the key in his hands but he does nothing with it. His height is receding against mine, dressed in a shirt that emphasizes his muscular physique. It accentuates his chest muscles, showcasing a chiseled and well-developed upper body. It’s hard to not blush.
“Is there…a problem?” I ask, hoping we are still on the same page and not back to our cat and dog race.
“Um…no.” He replies and I squint my eyes. Does he want to tell me something?
“Is it about Rose then?” I ask, wondering if she has done something to get back at us for this morning.
“It’s about you and me, Delilah.”
