Delilah's Pov

The first thing I felt was warmth. A deep, soothing warmth that clung to my skin, almost as if the mattress beneath me had remembered my body from the night before and was cradling me back into that same heat. My eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking against the morning light that spilled through the curtains.

For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, inhaling deeply as a small smile curved my lips. Something about this morning felt different, soft, tender, almost too special to be real. I turned to the side with a sigh, expecting to brush against a body, a presence, him.

But I...