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That night, Delilah headed to her room, feeling a bit more at ease after her conversation with Justin, Syd, and Zedia. She changed into a cozy outfit—a soft oversized sweatshirt and comfortable leggings—ready to settle down for the night.
As she rummaged through her bag, searching for something to help her unwind, she stumbled upon the familiar fabric of a sweater. It was one of her brother's, the one he had given her just before she left for Love Island. He had said, "Wear this when you miss me, and remember that I'm always here for you."
Delilah held the sweater up, the scent of home wafting from it, and felt a rush of warmth. She slipped it on, relishing the way it engulfed her in comfort. It was a reminder of the support she had, even when things felt tough.
As she settled into bed, pulling the covers around her, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. The soft fabric of the sweater felt like a hug, reassuring her that she wasn't alone, despite the challenges she faced on the island.
She closed her eyes, letting herself drift off to thoughts of her brother, her friends, and the possibility of what could happen with Issae. Whatever drama lay ahead, she knew she had people who cared for her—and that made all the difference.
Later that night, Delilah found herself in bed next to Issae, the gentle sound of the ocean waves providing a calming backdrop. She snuggled into the blankets, the warmth of his presence comforting. As she turned to face him, she noticed the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating his features.
Delilah took a deep breath. "Today was tough. I had a confrontation with Katherine and Nighia. They were saying some really hurtful things about me... about us."
Issae's brows furrowed in concern. "What did they say?"
"They said I'm not good enough for you and that Nighia is a better match," she explained, feeling the sting of their words all over again.
He looked at her seriously, taking her hands in his. "Delilah, I only want you. No one else. I'm here because I want to be with you."
Her heart swelled at his words. "Really?"
"Absolutely," he said, his gaze steady. "I don't care what they say. You're the one I want."
Then, a playful smile spread across his face. "You know, it kind of reminds me of a song." He leaned in closer, his voice low and melodic. "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty. Yes, you do."
Delilah couldn't help but smile, her heart fluttering at the sound of his voice. As he sang softly, she felt a warmth envelop her. They shared a moment, lost in each other's eyes, and then he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
Time seemed to freeze as they melted into the kiss, the world outside fading away. When they finally pulled back, they smiled at each other, a shared understanding passing between them.
