DELILAH
Xavier and I had chosen a blush pink dress for me, simple but elegant. It fit me like a glove till my hips, before flowing to my ankles freely. We also bought jewellery and new shoes, and then we were on our way home.
The evening was beautiful. Shades of orange and purple scattered across the sky, casting a dim, but heavenly glow on all the surroundings. Xavier, especially, looked celestial under the light. It was beyond me, how a man could be so beautiful.
Fingers brushed against mine, making my heart skip a beat. I drew in a soft breath, before allowing myself to link my hand with his. I could feel his excitement at my gesture, his hold tightening as he moved closer to me. Now our arms touched with every step, but I was thankful to the slight ache in my feet that helped distra
