Chapter 52
Fifty-Two
Cassie lay on her back on her bed, staring at the ceiling she was coming to know so well. Delilah was off somewhere, talking to her agent. Cassie hadn’t changed out of her training clothes. She hadn’t showered. Her entire body was still pulsing with adrenaline.
Delilah had kissed her.
Not a mistake, not a dream. An actual kiss. Delilah had leaned in and kissed her.
Cassie replayed it over and over again, unable to stop. The way Delilah had looked up at her, bright-eyed and flushed, the unguarded grin on her face. And then that sudden press of lips. Pure electricity. And then, the look on her face when she realised what she’d done. Mortified. Adorable.
Cassie groaned and covered her eyes with her hands. It was happening. This was actually happening. The current between them wasn’t imagined. Delilah liked her.
She rolled onto her side, heart skittering.
But now what?
Cassie wasn’t good at this part. She wasn’t good at sweet gestures or flirty back-and-forth. With Petra, it had been all heat and competition and throwing each other around. It hadn’t left room for a lot of romance.
And that’s what Delilah deserved, wasn’t it? Something intentional, something that said: I like you, too. You didn’t misread this.
But what could she even do? Where did she start? She didn’t have a clue.
All she knew was something had to happen.
Because it was very much Cassie’s move now, wasn’t it?
If she did nothing, Delilah might think there was nothing more to be said about that kiss.
Cassie was scared to let her know how she felt, but she was more scared not to.
So, for the first time in a long time, she needed to move in a forward direction.
She sat up, chewing her thumbnail, brain scrambling. How the hell to romance Delilah Day?
A letter? Cassie wasn’t much of a writer. Flowers? A bit over the top. A playlist? She wasn’t twelve.
Food?
An idea bloomed. Silly, small. But maybe right.
Cassie grabbed her hoodie and left the bungalow, heart hammering. She didn’t know what this was yet. Or how they’d navigate it. But she was doing something.
Because it was Cassie’s turn.