Chapter 14 : Andrew

*Delilah*

My chest moved up and down quickly to match my breaths. It had been five years since I’d last seen Andrew, and he was wearing no clothes at that time.

That night was almost like a fever dream when I thought about it. If it weren’t for my children, and the mark on my shoulder that never faded, I would’ve thought I’d dreamt it.

I’d stopped feeling anything for him once I’d gotten a certain distance away, but now I could feel his longing, his guilt.

And I didn’t care about any of it. I hoped he could feel the anger that roiled in my body. From the look on his face, it seemed like he could.

But he did his best to hide it, tilting his chin up some and puffing his chest out a little.

I scoffed at this, and he sighed.

“Delilah.” He locked eyes with me then, and the desire was still evident there.

“No,” I said in a whisper-yell. “You don’t get to just show up on my doorstep after five years. I left for many reasons, and you were one of them. I never wanted to see