66 Tales Of War

 Delaney was fighting with fitful sleep when the sound of her bedroom door creaking open startled her awake. She blinked, trying to focus on the dark shadow walking towards her bed.

 "Vincent?" she whispered in confusion.

 "I'm sorry," he spoke softly, "I couldn't sleep, not knowing you're angry with me."

 "Come here," she held out her arms to him.

 Vincent walked stiffly to the bed and put a hand on each side of her shoulders. Delaney reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her until she could kiss him. She tasted his sweet lips and he moved until he was on the bed, a knee on each side of her hips.

   When he gently pulled away enough to look down at her, Delaney couldn't help but take in the sight of him safe here in her bed with her. Before she knew it, tears were slipping slowly down her cheeks.