Delilah
Double didn’t say anything about our late night proclamations of love when I opened my eyes the next morning. In fact he didn’t really say anything until I emerged from the shower, my hair dripping down my back and wetting the T-shirt he had passed me.
“Del?”
I froze , suddenly nervous. My heart hammering in my chest.
Why was this so awkward?
“About last night…” he started to say but I cut him off , holding my hand up to silence him. “Look Double we don’t need to talk about it. Last night was super strange we both said things that we didn’t mean. Heat of the moment and all that.” I tried and failed to be flippant.
“Who didn’t mean them?” His words floored me. “Because I meant everything I said Delilah, every single last word.”
“Double.” My voice wobbled. Double reached f
