Richard was so much taller so close to me. Six feet. He really knew how to dress, with clothes that fit him perfectly. He'd gotten a haircut and a shave. I didn't know if I could touch him. Instead, I laughed like a dope. "I've waited so long to meet you."
"Not as long as I have. It's good to meet you, Delilah." And his first kiss to me was on my cheek, soft and damp, and I felt his breath and imagined what it would be like if he kissed my ears, my neck. He grinned hugely down at me.
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The Delilah 100
Детектив / ТриллерWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
