In her 25 years of life, Delilah had never been in love.
Sure, she had boyfriends. She had plenty of one night stands. She even had a famous friend with benefits who had plenty of other friends with benefits. But never love.
She wondered if she had missed the boat somewhere. Maybe if she had slept with Danny under the bleachers that one night in England when she was seventeen, her life would be different. Maybe if she had kissed that one boy she had turned down in the bar, she would have been married by now.
And sometimes she wondered if she was broken somehow. All those years of arguing with her mother and exiling herself from the house must have turned her heart to stone. Or maybe she really did sell her soul when she signed to GeneCo.
The closest thing she had ever gotten was with Duke. She wouldn’t call it love, but no one “got” her like he did. He didn’t care how destructive she could be. He was the only man who really listened to her when she talked. The only man she could ever be completely comfortable around.
Still, she was sure it wasn’t love. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for love. But maybe she had been waiting too long for a ship that wasn’t going to come.