The night had ended blissfully, leaving a comforting warmth in the bedroom that lingered well into the morning.
The soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, brushing against Delilah’s peaceful face as she slept.
She lay on her side, facing Marco, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her hair was a cascade of curls, slightly messy but effortlessly enchanting.
Marco was awake, his dark eyes tracing her features with an intensity only he could possess.
His bare chest rose with a deep breath as he admired her, the curve of her lips, the delicate lashes that framed her hazel eyes. She looked so serene, so unlike the guarded woman he had first encountered.
But then, a faint furrow appeared on her brow.
Marco’s gaze sharpened, and his thoughts grew troubled. Was s
