Delaney stood in what had once been the bedroom she shared with her husband. He stood in front of her still as handsome as the day she had been forced to leave him. They were both soaked from their time out in the rain and she smiled as she looked at his black hair swept across his forehead.
Stepping closer to him, his eyes were intent on her. She felt the warmth coming off of him when she was standing close enough. When she reached up to brush his hair from his face his breath caught for a moment.
"Delaney..."
Her sea glass eyes met his and he trailed off, not finishing whatever he had intended to say. She studied him again now that they were inside where it was warm and there was enough light. She noticed his cheekbones seemed more defined and his eyes were more... tired. She wondered if the second part was only because she'd woken him in the middle of the night.
