Chapter 61
Sixty-One
Delilah shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. The sheets clung damply to her skin, and for the first time since the world had gone quiet around them, she felt a flicker of self-consciousness. She cleared her throat.
‘So…’ she said, dragging the word out. ‘Do I, um… Should I go down to my own bunk?’
Cassie turned her head slowly. ‘Do you want to?’
Delilah smiled. ‘Of course not.’
Cassie sighed, and a bit of her usual Cassie-ness popped back up. ‘Then stop asking silly questions.’
Delilah was relief itself. She dropped back onto the pillow, grinning up at the ceiling. ‘Well, thank God. I don’t think I had the energy for it anyway.’
Cassie let out a low laugh, the one that seemed to ripple through Delilah’s whole body.
‘Stay,’ Cassie said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Delilah tilted her head, trying not to look as soft as she felt. ‘If you’re going to beg me, I guess I have to,’ she quipped.
‘Whatever you say,’ Cassie murmured, already half-asleep, her arm tightening around Delilah’s waist.
Delilah lay still, listening to the slowing rhythm of Cassie’s breathing, the warmth of her body pressed close. Her limbs were heavy, sated, her skin still humming with satisfaction. No promises had been made, no futures carved out. But as she shut her eyes, Delilah was fine with that.
Tonight, she was exactly where she wanted to be. She couldn’t remember ever feeling that sense of rightness before with another person. She hoped it would last. She wanted to stay here. In Cassie’s arms.