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 was alone.
My hand fell against the cool sheets, and instantly my heart throbbed with the rush of memory.
It came to me in waves, each one pulling me deeper….the garden where he carr
