As Michael's words washed over her, Della felt a warmth spread through her chest. She had been so caught up in her emotions and fears that she had almost forgotten what it was like to feel loved and desired.

She looked up at Michael, her eyes locking onto his. She saw the sincerity and passion there, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I want that too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Michael's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I knew you did," he said, his voice low and husky.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. Della felt her pulse race as...