PREVIEW
... d the warm scent of coffee wrapped around me. Delilah looked up, her eyes meeting mine—tired, slightly red from whatever had just gone down.
She exhaled, almost in relief but too stubborn to show it.
Without saying a word, I took my lighter from my pocket, flicked it open, and held the flame out. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in. The cigarette caught, glowing softly between her lips.
"Thanks," she murmured, smoke slipping from her mouth.
I nodded, pocket ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























