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This chapter is one of the longer ones, I really wanted delve further into Delilah's back story, which is rather traumatic. As I have stated, Delilah is me, but the events that happened to her DID NOT happen to me. The way I see Rick's relationship with Delilah is similar to Marius and Cosette in Les Miserables, where they see each other and they fall in love at first sight, except for in this instance, it's an immediate attraction and seeing what it could go into. It can exist, even if it may seem unrealistic. Rick may seem a little out of character in the middle and near the end, I'm attempting to exhibit that he is taking a chance and trying to go about things more optimistically, that the feelings he's having are making him realize that life goes on even when you lose the one you love and that he deserves to be happy. I also had to make up his childhood and teen years as I went along. AGAIN, What would be the point of FanFiction if some of the characters always resembled how they were on the shows? If you don't like my story or have a problem with my writing style, then don't bother reading it.
Thank you very much for the reviews so far! I hope to reach 100 or more. If anybody has any ideas for the story or original characters, feel free to message me! I would love to hear them. Daryl will be coming into the story most likely in Chapter Fourteen. I want the next couple of chapters to focus on Rick and Delilah, then Daryl will be in the picture.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, JELLY BELLY, OR YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), DAVID KLEIN AND THE JELLY BELLY COMPANY, AND THE ROLLING STONES, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
Chapter Six: Surreptitious Attractions
She lead him down the hall and inside her bedroom, closing the door. They thought this was a secret meeting, but they didn't know that someone had been watching the whole time…
Once the door was locked, Delilah kissed Rick for the second time, putting her hands on his shoulders and standing on her tiptoes, pressing herself against him. Instinctively, and for a brief moment, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands landing on the small of her back. They melted into each other's touch, both secretly thrilled to be kissing again, and enjoying it too much to stop. It was shorter than the one in the bathroom and not as passionate, but very tender. This time, she was the one that broke the kiss. They looked into each other's eyes, neither one of them saying anything, as the sounds of the night snuck their way through the window and into the room. Rick cupped her face with both hands, unsure if he should be doing that. She batted her long dark lashes, gazing at him with an eager curiosity, waiting for his next move.
"We can't do that." Rick found himself second guessing the statement. Can we? No, we can't. Why not?
"Why not?" Is she reading my mind?
"You know why." I don't even know why, how would she know?
She raised an eyebrow at him and narrowed her eyes seductively, like a frisky feline. "Do I really know why or do you just think I know why?"
Rick honestly wanted to grab her face and kiss her fervently, she was so adorable and knew how to turn him on without even trying. Never had he felt such strong feelings for somebody he had known for less than twenty four hours. Pull yourself together, Rick. Get to the bottom of this. He dropped his hands from her face and stepped back, folding his arms across his chest, attempting to act serious.
"What do you want with me? You're young, you're beautiful and smart, you'd never have a problem getting any guy you wanted, so why me? I'm a single dad with two kids, one of which has a crush on you."
Delilah looked at him, trying not to laugh, but also looked completely somber. "I'm well aware about Carl. You didn't think I heard the conversation earlier when I was showing you guys Leisure Zone, but I did, and if he saw me ten years ago, he wouldn't have bothered to take a second glance." Rick looked confused as she turned around and grabbed something off of the dresser. She handed him a slightly worn out photograph. He looked down to see the picture was of a young girl standing on a podium in a blue ice skating dress and white figure skates with her hair up in a bun. She looked exactly the same but was kind of chubby and much shorter.
"This is you?"
She nodded. "Yep. I started developing when I was twelve and in a D cup bra at thirteen. With that came twenty pounds of baby fat that wouldn't go away no matter what I did. When I stopped skating at fifteen, I suddenly grew six inches, the baby fat was gone, and it seemed like everybody wanted me. If I didn't look how I do now, he wouldn't be interested. Nobody would be. I carry it around to remind myself of what I don't want to be. The girl in the shadows, the one that's picked over for something or somebody better, the one that's ignored."
It was at that moment that Rick could see right through her. Both of them were harboring issues underneath, her insecurities and his guilt. He set the picture down and looked into her eyes again. "You are the furthest thing from being ignored or in the shadows. I've only known you for a day, but I feel like it's been longer. I watched you with the group, both your's and mine, and they love you. The way those kids reacted when you walked into the room, you do have a family, those people care about you."
She walked off a little, hugging her arms, and stopped at the window, gazing down. "They're my new family, but something doesn't feel the same. The ones that I always wanted acceptance from are gone, and I'll never get it back." It was true. Although she loved and cared for everybody in her group and now Rick's group, the people that needed to see how far she'd come weren't around, it was almost as if none of this mattered.
"That's why we start fresh, it's the only way to survive. We adapt and adjust but we still make the best of it, even at rock bottom."
"Like with you and me?" Delilah turned around and smiled, feeling hopeful. Her youthful innocence captured her beauty perfectly, it made Rick's heart stop. It seemed like all she really wanted was to be loved by somebody, but could it be by him?
"I don't really know how to answer that."
She was still bathed in the moonlight and he noticed her eyes were sparkling as she spoke.
"I can't deny the feelings I'm starting to have, Rick. I don't know what it is, there's some kind of magnetism that's drawn me to you. I know that this is insane because we just met, but I think you may be feeling something, too. Why else would you have kissed me back both times?" Delilah wasn't even going to mention the trouser snake, that would be asking for it.
If only she knew that he had been asking himself that all day and for the past few minutes.
"Delilah, I told you. I'm old enough to be your father, you're closer to Carl's age than you are to mine."
"Carl's a great kid, but let's get real here. Nothing can happen there, it's only ever going to be a crush. It doesn't matter to me that you have kids. I used to think the dad on Full House was really sexy, and the one on Modern Family."
He gave her a strange look, followed by a short laugh, which she joined in before speaking again.
"I'm not interested in you to fulfill the void of not having a dad. I know that you're still grieving over your wife. Despite everything that happened, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my sister and fiancé from time to time. Billy was my first love, what you had with Lori I wanted to have with him. Marriage, children, a house in the suburbs. Except he wasn't who I thought he was after all. I'm sure I'll get there someday, with whomever it may be with. If this apocalypse has taught me anything, it's that time is not on our side and we can't afford to take chances. The days of holding back and playing games are long gone, which is why I'm laying all my cards out on the table with you, Rick. I like you for who you are and I want to get to know you on a more personal, intimate, level. I figure since I know so much about you, that you should know more about me. There's only so many people I let in on my life story, the parts I choose not to leave out, at least."
Rick wanted to tell her that the feeling was mutual, but that there was still guilt over Lori, except wouldn't she want him to move on and be happy? Delilah was absolutely right, any moment of happiness that came around had to be seized immediately before it was gone. What was the point of holding back? He heavily exhaled, deciding that he had to live up to what he was, an honest man.
"The magnetism that you're feeling, you're not the only one. I like you, too, Delilah. I'm utterly fascinated with you. Your beauty, your charisma, your wisdom. I do think we should get to know each other better and take it slow."
If only Rick knew that Delilah's inner self was jumping up and down squealing. He likes me, he likes me! She nodded. "I can go as slow as you need, but just know this: I will wait for you. When you feel that you're ready to go all the way with whatever we get ourselves into, I'll be here, for as long as it takes." Delilah meant every word she said. Patience was a virtue, one that she never exhibited very well, but for him, she would.
She really is wise beyond her years. It's almost enough to overlook how old she actually is. Almost. "When it happens, you'll be the first to know, I promise."
"Good. Why don't you sit down and relax? Make yourself comfortable." She walked over and sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she leaned back on her palms. Rick took in every inch of her, up and down, the racing thoughts of devouring her were starting to travel from his mind to his groin. Delilah was irresistible. He looked down, trying to control himself.
"Uh, ok. Do you have a sweater or a robe you could put on?" Rick asked, clearing his throat and yanking at his shirt collar a bit. That was the first time a guy had wanted her to put clothes on and not take them all off, but she found it to be refreshing. Delilah noticed that he had been checking her out, and he actually seemed nervous. Rick was proving to be a Southern gentleman instead of some hick ass country bumpkin.
"Whatever you like, Sheriff." She winked and rolled over, walking to the closet while Rick sat down on the corner of the bed. Delilah threw on a Luc Robitaille Los Angeles Kings jersey and laid down on her stomach across from Rick. The top was long enough but had ridden up to her lower back, he could see that she had an adorable heart shaped birthmark.
"Luc Robitaille, huh? I remember when he was first starting out. Good player."
Delilah nodded. "Yep. The Kings used to practice at the same ice skating rink as I did. Luc and I would always run into each other, it was pretty cute. I even bought him a Canadian Mickey Mouse pin that he put on his glove." She smiled, reminiscing on happier times, and looked over at Rick. "I said to get comfortable. Come on, lay down, loosen up those britches." They both laughed over that as he obliged and laid down, sinking into the pillows. "That's better. So, where should I start?" It was taking everything in Delilah's power not to straddle him and start heavily making out, with one thing leading to another, and…
"Wherever you'd like, I'm all ears, you have my undivided attention."
Delilah wanted to completely open up to Rick, there was something so peaceful and comforting about him, it felt like coming home. At times, she felt like she had lived about ten lives in her twenty two years.
"Well, like I mentioned a couple of times earlier, I was a competitive figure skater for almost ten years. I was pretty good, too, I won over a hundred titles, but I could have been better."
Rick whistled. "A hundred titles? That's legendary. I'm impressed." It made him think of his baseball playing days.
"Thanks. Again, I could have been better. I just didn't have the heart for it. I never wanted to practice, the coaches at the rink never wanted to work with me, all I wanted to do was perform the routines. When I got on the ice and heard the music playing, I was myself. A shining star, a show stopper, the one that everybody couldn't keep their eyes off of."
You're still those things now. Rick thought to himself, watching her smile as she reflected on her memories.
"That's how I got into dance after I quit skating. When I skated, my mom and I picked the music and the costumes and choreographed the routines, it felt like I was in a competition every weekend, which I was ninety percent of the time. I should have known back then I was impulsive. Never wanting to walk, always wanting to run, run, run."
"I can see that. After all, you did kiss me… twice." He held up two fingers as Delilah looked over at him, resting her head in her palm, propping up on her elbow.
"Yes, and you didn't resist me right away… twice." She held up two fingers and smirked, which made both of them laugh.
"Anyways, back to the story. Don't get me wrong, I regret quitting. Every time the Winter Olympics or skating in general was on TV, my heart would shatter into a million pieces, and I'd think "That could have been me.". It just wasn't my calling, I outgrew it, or more, it outgrew me. I kind of peaked at thirteen, when I started going through puberty. My mom always said it's what killed my skating career, and she might have been right. How many professional figure skaters do you see with double D breasts? Not many. That and I didn't want to be one of those vapid bitches that slept, ate, and breathed skating, it was a total buzz kill of their personalities. It felt like every single time I walked into the rink, "Swan Lake" or "Sleeping Beauty" would be blaring from the speakers. Tchaikovsky, ya know?"
"Right." Rick nodded.
"I remember one competition, five different girls skated to "Swan Lake" and six skated to "Sleeping Beauty". It felt like I was in Stepford, everybody was the same, I resented it. My whole life, I've always been this square peg trying to fit into a round hole and I fight the world trying to be my own person."
Rick really admired that she was determined to be herself and not changing to fit what others wanted, integrity was a hard thing to find in a person nowadays. "It's rare to find somebody who actually sticks to that, seems like at one point or another, most people succumb to pressure."
"Don't I know it? Sticking to my wits got me into a lot of trouble and caused huge problems. The other kids didn't like that. I hardly had any friends and was constantly bullied. Even back then, it was survival of the fittest. If one member of the popular group pitied me or actually enjoyed my company, they'd go into isolation out of fear of becoming the next target. I was depressed, but threw myself into my studies the best that I could, which lead to me skipping two grades and graduating from high school at sixteen. If you haven't been able to pick up on it, I was somewhat of a prodigy." Delilah rolled her eyes. "What was life like growing up for Rick Grimes? Lots of siblings on a huge farm with tons of animals, Boy Scout, varsity letterman, Capitan of the football team, prom king, the guy that all the girls wanted and all the guys wanted to be?"
Rick laughed. "Close. I grew up near a farm, no siblings, but I did have a lot of cousins and two hounds. A Bassett Hound named Floppy and a Blood Hound named Popeye. I was in the Boy Scouts, but not on the football team. Baseball was my sport, all star hitter. I was pretty great, too. Would have gone pro if it weren't for a career ending leg injury. After that, I really got involved in academics. President of the archery club, a member of Junior Government, a mathlete. I was kind of a nerd, I wore these glasses that were bigger than my face, and I was really scrawny. Like you, that changed when I had a growth spurt. Shane was the ladies man, not me. I got the only girl I ever set my sights on, Lori. She was on the cheerleading squad and the most popular girl in school, and it was because of her that I got elected prom king." He was surprised with himself that he was able to talk about Lori so casually, like they had only gotten divorced and she hadn't died a horrible tragic death. It also surprised him how easily he was talking with Delilah, like they had known each other for years. "Tell me about your family."
Delilah hesitated and took a deep breath. Family was always a touchy subject, but she decided it was better to get everything out in the open than holding back. She sat up against the pillows with her knees up.
"Christine is my half sister, four years older than me, we have the same father. Her mother took off and never came back, which is why she tried to take my own mother for herself. My mom adopted her and treated her like she was her biological daughter, but being younger, I got all the attention. My paternal grandma adored Christine and Dad, they were the favorites, she could care less about me or my cousins. I was closer to my mom than my dad, he was a fucking bastard." She let out a shaky breath, already feeling the tears build up.
"He was abusive to all of us, but he really couldn't stand me because I was an oddball and he was such a perfectionist. I remember one time he beat Mom so badly that she landed in the hospital. Gave her a black eye, broke her nose and her ribs. She was unable to leave because he had her named signed to all of his business accounts, and if she left, she'd be penniless. One day, he came after her with a knife and she shot him in the head. Written off as self defense. Turns out he had been fooling around but the life insurance policy was still in my mom's name. When news of the apocalypse broke out, she said if the world was coming to an end, she wanted to spend it in Europe, so that's where she went.
Christine and I were closer when we were younger, but after my dad died, when we really should have been close, we drifted apart. My mom threw me into the skating and Christine wanted nothing to do with it, so she rebelled. She was the popular one, tons of friends and boyfriends, she also got into drinking and drugs. Christine had the life I wanted, not being alone, that is. When I had my growth spurt and lost the weight, I was the one everybody wanted and she was left in the dust. The guilt overshadowed the victory. I wanted it all, for things between us to be like they used to be, but still have everything else going well. Keep in mind, my sudden transformation also came with unwanted attention. It seemed like the only thing these guys wanted out of me was a fuck n' flee. I know that being impulsive and the way I dress that I'm a walking contradiction, but I'm not going to conceal how I look or what I'm about to prevent the inevitable attention from happening. I had given up on dating for a while, until I met Billy. He was in the same graduating class as Christine, they knew each other pretty well. I remember, from the first time I saw him, that he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was unique and outgoing and didn't give a damn what anybody thought of him. We fell in love and were practically inseparable, except I always had a plaguing thought in the back of my mind that something was going on between him and Christine. I tried to brush it off as paranoia, but that day in Texas, all my fears were confirmed. They conspired against me. Family should never turn their back on each other, and I got dealt a shitty card. Even if the two of them are alive, they're dead to me."
The tears were now brimming her eyelids, tears of anger and distress. Rick could feel her trembling a little and looked over at her with concern, but she kept her eyes down, hugging her knees.
"I used to be haunted by my past, and at times, I still am. Apart from the family issues, I was molested when I was a little girl. A friend of my father's. I told him and he did nothing about it, and I was so scared that I didn't tell anybody else. He died not too long after, and I never saw his friend again, but I'm still scarred for life. The reason why I try to be so outgoing and bubbly but also acting strictly business, besides only living once, it's because I'm trying to outrun my issues." Delilah didn't even blink and two single tears fell down her cheeks as she looked up at Rick.
The sight of her crying made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. It also made him infuriated, that somebody would do such a thing to an innocent little girl. Rick had dealt with men like that before, they were nothing more than deranged pedophiles. For such a strong girl, Delilah was also delicate and vulnerable. It would have made most people run away, but for Rick, it showed him that she was a survivor in the face of adversity. He did something that was uncharacteristic, even to his own self: Rick tilted her chin to face him, his understanding eyes boring into her gloomy ones, and gently kissed her.
It took her a little by surprise, but she reciprocated, kissing him back with the same softness. Delilah had never believed in the term "making love", but if she did, this is how she imagined it would be like, and it made her realize that she hoped things with Rick would get to that level.
As he kissed her, Rick could feel his apprehensions start to dissolve a little bit. The fact that they had just met was starting to become a distant memory, she had stripped her soul to the core for him in a single night and didn't hold anything back. Their lips separated and she looked up at him, her eyes still filled with tears, but had a relaxed look in them. Every time they made eye contact, it left him enthralled. Her eyes were so mystical and alluring, like they knew the answers to all the questions of the world, but he noticed something: One eye was green and one eye was blue.
"I know that you would never let anything bad happen to Carl and Judith like what happened to me."
He nodded and wiped her tears away. "Absolutely." Carl and Judith were his life, he'd be dead if it weren't for them. Sure, he and Carl have had their mishaps in the past, but nothing would ever get in the way of protecting him. Once Delilah calmed down, Rick asked her something. "Has anybody ever told you that you have the most gorgeous eyes?"
She broke out into a smile and giggled, the rigidity from her confession loosening up. "Thank you, and yes, they have. Right back at you, Sheriff." Rick's eyes were dreamy, she could see herself getting lost in them one of these days. "Alright, enough with the sadness. Let's go with the other good and quirky facts about me. As you can tell from earlier, I can perfectly imitate a dolphin." They both started laughing over that, and things were back to normal as they chatted away into the night…
Three Hours Later
Rick crawled into bed and nestled comfortably under the covers. He didn't want to leave Delilah's room, they were having such a wonderful time, but they needed to get to sleep. Rick learned a lot of other things about Delilah, like that she was a big kid at heart, had a collection of Sailor Moon dolls and seashells, been on television multiple times for her skating and dancing, fractured her nose in a surfing accident when she was seventeen, was an avid reader, a fantastic cook, and yes, her eyes did change color when she cried. She also admitted to having an obsession with Jelly Bellys, which is why she came to the factory in the first place, and wore a gold and multicolored rhinestoned phoenix necklace to remind her that she was strong and rose above her issues. The more he got to know her, the more he liked her, but could it really go any where? Rick pondered to himself as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep…
FIVE MINUTES LATER…
Blue waves gently crashing up against the shore, the sun shining brightly, white sands that went on for miles. A light breeze perfectly complimented this tropical paradise as a ukulele played. Rick woke up to find himself in a hammock wearing a red and white Tommy Bahama shirt with white linen pants, black sandals and black sunglasses. He looked around, confused. "How did I get here?" Rick stepped out of the hammock, further inspecting the island, but it seemed isolated until a short Hawaiian man approached him with a coconut.
"Drink, Mr. Grimes?" The waiter asked as he handed him the coconut.
Though skeptical, Rick nodded and accepted. "Thanks. Do you know why I'm here?" The drink was a pina colada, and the sweetest one he ever had, he finished the whole thing in less than a minute.
"Ah, I can not be the one to tell you that, sir. My apologies." The waiter walked off, leaving Rick even more confused.
"It's about time you showed up."
Rick turned around, recognizing the voice, and couldn't believe the sight in front of him.
Lori stood before him, looking as beautiful as she did on their wedding day, wearing her wedding dress that she wore in all his hallucinations.
"Lori?"
She smiled brightly at him. "Hi, Rick."
He walked over to her, both puzzled and elated, as he swept her up in his arms, never wanting to let go again. Rick set her down and looked at her.
"Where are we, is this heaven?"
"It is for me, but you're still in the REM cycle. You'll be getting here, but it won't be for many years. You've got a long life ahead of you, Rick."
"I do?" This was all starting to make him wonder why he was having this dream in the first place, but he figured it was his subconscious.
Lori nodded. "Yes, and the reason why I'm here is to tell you it's ok to move on. You've grieved long enough, you have to let go and embrace whatever good is left in the world."
He wasn't sure if this was some kind of a cruel joke, how could she say that? "How can I? I'm still in love with you. Now that you're gone, life isn't the same."
Lori looked out into the ocean, she knew if she looked into his eyes, that she'd cry also. The days of crying needed to come to an end, she had to push him down the path he needed to be on. "I know that you still love me, you'll always love me, but it's time to start living life again, for your own sake."
She was right, he was allowing the guilt to eat away at him instead of rising above it all. Rick needed to grab the reigns to his life and be in control again.
"I'm guessing that means you know about Delilah? There's so much about her that reminds me of you, Lori."
"I do. We were going parking when she was still in diapers." They both started laughing over that, then she resumed speaking. "All jokes aside, I think she's exactly what you need. She's had a troubled past, but she has a heart of gold and her intentions are pure. I know that you're starting to have feelings for her and that you've somewhat acted on them, but that you're holding yourself back from fully responding. I want you to be happy again, Rick, and this girl will help you get there. After all, she reunited you and Carl with Judith and the others. You're doing such a terrific job with our children, but you need to remember take care of yourself, too. I will always be with you, but my passing is no reason to live out the rest of your days alone."
Her words were full of truth, he had to start fresh, just like he had told Delilah earlier. There was nothing wrong with it, but now was the time to take action and move forward, no longer would he allow the weight of the world to swallow him whole.
"Happiness is waiting for you on the other side, baby. Take it and hold on with everything you've got, don't ever let it slip away." Lori closed the gap between them with one last loving kiss. Rick pulled her in closer, never wanting to let her go, but knowing he had to. She put her hand on his face. "Good bye, Rick. Until we meet again…" Rick watched as she walked away, but not before turning around and shooting him a beautiful smile, then everything went to white.
Rick woke up in his bed and glanced at the clock, seeing that it was 8:15, an hour and a half before everybody else would be awake. Today was the first day of the rest of his life. His injuries from his fight with The Governor had healed, he was reunited with some of the group and the rest would be found soon, both of his children were in the same place at once, they had a roof over their heads and a new group that welcomed them with open arms, and this was all because of Delilah. She was a stranger that bent over backwards to bring them together again without wanting anything in return, except for wanting him. There was still good in this world despite the catastrophic debris they were surrounded in, and Delilah was the perfect example of that. She saw him for who he was and what he had endured and didn't dare judge him, instead she was accepting and trusted him enough to open up about her own struggles. Rick got out of bed, ready to start the day.
TEN MINUTES LATER…
Freshly cleaned and dressed, Rick strolled down the hall to Delilah's room, where he could hear the faint sound of "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by The Rolling Stones. It made him think of the lyrics. "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you'll find that you get what you need." Lori would always be with him spiritually, but she had appeared in his dream to give him her blessing to move on, and Delilah was exactly what he needed, the first step in the right direction. Rick laughed to himself and smiled as he knocked on her door.
Delilah was brushing her teeth, rocking out to The Rolling Stones, when she heard a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes, wondering who it could be. With the toothbrush in her hand and a mouthful of toothpaste, she quickly threw on a pair of turquoise velour Juicy Couture sweat pants with the black camisole, and spoke as she opened her door. "Madison, I swear if you tell me you lost your vibrator again I'm gonna-" Before she could finish her sentence, Rick stepped in, gently grabbing her face and surprising her with an ardent kiss. It caught her completely off guard, but she found herself responding favorably, until he stopped. Delilah gulped down the huge wad of toothpaste in her mouth and was blinking her eyes a little, still taken aback, as she looked at a smiling Rick. "Wow. If I knew that's how you greeted somebody first thing in the morning, I would have made sure to have found you a hell of a lot sooner."
Rick laughed, maybe some of her impulsive actions had rubbed off on him, it was something new to him, just like being patient was to her. "Still want to take things slow? I've heard that you don't like to do things in baby steps."
She smiled up at him, feeling giddy for once in the past two years. "I don't, but like I said, I will for you." Delilah didn't know what it was that had changed from the time he left her room to now, but she was liking it. "What happened? You've gone from skeptical to leaping in twenty four hours."
If he told her about the dream, she'd probably think he was crazy. It didn't matter, this was the push that was considered necessary. "Let's just say, I woke up with a newfound sense of clarity." That was as close to the truth as it could get.
"I like it. So I guess the ratio is 2:2. You've now kissed me first as many times as I kissed you first."
They both gave each other a laughing smile. "I guess you're right."
"Why don't we go for gold and do it simultaneously?"
Rick was slowly starting to leave his hang-ups behind, with Delilah being younger than him and so forth. He liked her for who she was, not how old she was. "Sounds good to me."
They concurrently leaned in and kissed each other, the world was still once again. Neither one of them knew where this could go, but they were excited for what was behind the doors of the future…
RICK IS LETTING HIS GUARD DOWN FOR DELILAH AND TAKING A CHANCE! WHEN HE WALKS IN AND KISSES HER, THE LYRIC I MENTIONED IS PLAYING, BUT WITH MICK JAGGER SINGING, NOT THE CHOIR. WILL IT LAST AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN? WHAT DID WE THINK OF LORI SHOWING UP IN THE DREAM? BE WARNED, THE REST OF THIS STORY IS NOT ALL SUNSHINE AND LOLLIPOPS. THINGS WILL GET VERY DARK AND ROCK THE BOAT, NOT JUST FOR RICK AND DELILAH, BUT FOR EVERYBODY ELSE AT JELLBANY. CHAPTER SEVEN COMING SOON!
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