Delilah rolled over in the big bed she laid in. She couldn’t sleep, he was long gone, and yet, she still was afraid to close her eyes for some reason.

She couldn’t understand herself, mostly her emotions and her heart. The organ kept beating out of control; not whenever she was scared, but whenever he drew near. Her emotions were also confusing; she wasn’t supposed to feel this way…not towards him.

Butterflies shouldn’t swarm her stomach, her f*cking heart shouldn’t ...