Delilah’s Pov
“Were you… having an erotic dream about me?”
My heart nearly stopped.
“I—what?” I stammered, gripping the blanket tighter around my chest as if it could hide my shame. “What are you talking about?”
He tilted his head slightly, leaning against the doorframe, his towering frame casting a shadow over my bed. There was a dangerous calm about him, the kind that always made me feel like prey under a predator’s gaze.
The way he looked at me made me feel naked….and then he said—
“You were dreaming of me, weren’t you?”
His voice was a low rumble, smooth as aged whiskey, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I scrambled to sit up, pulling the sheets to my chest like a shield, my cheeks burning. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A smirk curled his lips, slow and knowing.
