Jake woke up somewhere he least expected himself to be; on the floor in Delilah’s room, hanging tight onto her. He remembered he’d been here last night, but he couldn’t tell exactly when he fell asleep and how Delilah ended up in his arms.

She was fast asleep; facing him, and he couldn’t help but notice that even in her sleep she looked like the goddess she was. Every feature was carved with nothing but perfection, and she endorsed every single one of them.

It was still ...