A/N// Well this was a little bit cute…at least some parts of it. Poor Jakey…everything keeps going bad for him. How will he fix this? Poor baby really needs a hug. Delilah, you’ve gotta hug him…! This was a long chapter( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀)
Was the goddess against this too? Because why was the rain falling when there was no sign of it since this morning? Was their relationship really doomed? Jake looked towards Delilah when she sat down beside him. “What’s wrong? If It’s about the walk, we can just go tomorro~” “No, I f*cked up! I’m
She glanced back when Jake grabbed her hand, holding on tight as he too stood to his feet. “Okay…I guess we can go then.” Except for him, nobody loved her anymore except for him. He stepped off into the rain, taking her along with him, steps urgent, and yet, they didn’t break out into a run. Delil
Delilah’s eyes finally drifted from Jake’s back when he stopped running, and instead looked off at apparently what he’d planned for tonight. On the low grass in front of them, red rose petals created a path that was guided by candles; white candles that the rain had violated. Rows of string lights
“Ah…I should thank her tomorrow then.” “That’s surprising…” Neil interjected. “I guess you were being serious all along. A goddess indeed. We made a bet, I was sure you were going to chicken out, you’ve always been a coward when it came to opening up to other people…even with Beatrice. But I lost t
Shuffling back against him, she laid her head back on his chest…listening to the rain beating against the floor and her heart beating against its cage. No, it wasn’t just hers, she could hear his too, pumping out of control, pumping fast and unsteadily. He hugged her tighter. “I want to kiss you so
“I’m not okay…” She raised her head to look at him; giving up, giving in. “Take care of me.” Her breathless words surprised him, the desperation in them was the same desperation he felt; a need that only involved her. Her scent was mesmerizing; like a hypnotic spell, it compelled him; drowning him
He reached for the waistband of her drawers. “I never planned to take it this far, but holding back is much harder than I thought. Food is what should be served on a table, but why is that you look more perfect laying there? Why is that I want to f*cking taste you?” Delilah’s eyes widened at his wo
“Can you do that for me, Delilah?” At the sound of his voice and the words he’d said, more slick pooled down her walls, soaking his fingers, dripping down them. “Hmm…?” He rammed them deeper, and the sudden motion had her crying out words that were incoherent. “Talk to me…I don’t understand.” Whe