Delphine pov
My sleepy eyes struggled against the sharp ray of sunlight slicing through the window. Blinking, I tried to adjust to the brightness, and that’s when I saw him. Japhet. He was standing by the window, shirtless, holding a mug in his hand. Steam curled lazily from it, mixing with the warmth of the morning light.
My heart skipped a beat. Japhet had been distant—so distant lately that his presence here felt like a fever dream. I didn’t even remember falling asleep, let alone waking up to this.
The blanket slid off my body as I sat up, revealing one of my... sexy nightwear pieces. My cheeks flamed with heat. I didn’t remember putting this on. And with Japhet standing there, shirtless, calm as a lake? The confusion hit like a freight train. Did he sleep here? Did we...?
“Good m
