The morning light crept into the room as Delilah stirred awake, her lashes fluttering open to an empty bed.
She stretched lazily before sitting up, her hand reaching for her phone on the nightstand. The events of the previous night flashed in her mind.
Delilah had been a bit restless after her brief confrontation with Marco over Lucia.
Her possessiveness gnawed at her peace.
And so, with a determined smirk, she’d rummaged through her luggage and retrieved a small camera she’d hidden for emergencies like this.
Slipping into Marco's library undetected, she had carefully placed the camera where it could capture the room.
Satisfied with her work, she’d returned to bed, where Marco lay on his back, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.
Delilah had nestled her head gently against
