Marry Me

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, Delilah found herself stirring, her body snug in Hunter's warm embrace.

She blinked, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from the curtains that demarcated the sleeping area from the living area in Hunter's bedroom.

Hunter's arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting on her hip in a protective hold that felt both comforting and intimate. A soft smile curved her lips as her mind replayed the tender words they'd shared last night.

It had started off light but had deepened into something far more serious, something that tugged at her heart in ways she hadn't felt in a long time or possibly had never felt before.