Hunter pushed open the front door, completely exhausted from the day's relentless work. A marathon meeting that ran into overtime, coupled with a mountain of emails, had left him feeling like a ragdoll stuffed into a too-small suitcase.
The house was shrouded in silence, the quiet stillness a clear sign that Delilah and Jessica had already retired for the night.
He sighed, his footsteps echoing softly as he made his way through the dimly lit hallway towards his bedroom.
His mind replayed the events of the morning, a flicker of regret passing through him. He had left the house early that morning, deliberately avoiding Delilah to give her space to process the kiss.
The kiss had been unexpected, even for him, and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel cornered or uncomfortable in her own home. Yet, part of him yearned to see her again, to gauge her reaction after their unexpected encounter.
