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Chapter 10 (Dougie's P.O.V.)

Kayla looked terrified when she returned from her little chat with Chase. When we tried to talk to her or asked if she was okay, she remained silent. She eventually left us and traveled to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

"Must be hard…" Catherine said.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked her.

"She's in love with an enemy who's trying to kidnap Delia. If he doesn't succeed with his mission, Lex will kill him. That's not the best scenario to be in." Catherine explained.

"Oh…" Harry said as he fiddled with a piece of string in his fingers, he usually did this when he felt dumb. The room then fell silent.

I decided I didn't want to be in this room anymore. I needed to think. So much has been going through my head since I was up all last night after helping Delia.

I excused myself from the room and took the elevator down to the training level of the building. When I entered the training room, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on a bench. Then I began practicing martial arts on a wooden post that had other pieces of wood sticking out for me to hit.

I trained for about three hours until I heard someone clear their throat. I grabbed a white towel from the bench and tossed my shirt on and began wiping the sweat off my forehead. I turned around to see Delia standing by the door and a smirk grew on my face.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked her as I walked closer to her.

"I was told I had you to thank for rescuing me from Slade…" She made eye contact with me. Not daring to look at the rest of my body.

"It was no problem at all." I said with a smile. She nodded and began to leave, but I stopped her. "Why are you so nervous?" She sighed and turned to face me.

"What?" I walked even closer to her. In fact, I was so close my sweat was practically dripping on her as I wiped my chest and abs off with the towel. She continued staring into my eyes. Her mysterious hazel eyes pierced straight through my blue eyes.

"Why are you so nervous around me?" I could see her eyes hover down to my body and back to my eyes.

"I'm not." I chuckled a bit.

"If you say so…" I moved my face to hers. My lips were centimeters away from her rosy lips. I could hear a gasp escape her lips and the fast beating of her heart. "So…why's your heart beating so fast?" Her eyes widened and I chuckled again, pulling away from her. "Come on, let's go back up stairs." She hesitated but then followed.

"Kayla…" I heard Cassie call through Kayla's bedroom door as Delia and I walked out of the elevator.

"She still hasn't come out?" I asked as I watched Delia walk quietly to her bedroom.

"No." My attention went back to Cassie. "…she really is heartbroken."

"Just give her time to herself." I heard Tom say as he came out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.

"Watching a movie?" I asked as he sat down on the couch and Cassie joined him.

"Yup, gotta make up for the movie we didn't watch together." Tom said as he tossed some popcorn into his mouth. I noticed Cassie blush as Tom rested his arm on the back of the couch behind her. I remembered that same blush that was once on Delia's cheeks.

What is this feeling?

"Doug?" I looked back at Tom. He looked confused and worried. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired…"

"Do you know what's wrong with Delia?" Cassie asked. My gaze shot over to Cassie. She looked like she knew something.

"No…why?" She shrugged.

"No reason. She just rushed to her room pretty fast." I hesitated to shrug, but I did.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." I said making an excuse to leave the two alone and save my ass from Cassie's wrath.

I rushed into my room and grabbed a change of clothes and then made my way to the bathroom. On my way there, I could hear Delia and Catherine talking to each other. And man was Delia's voice beautiful.

"I think you should tell him." Catherine said.

"No! Why should I?" Catherin laughed at Delia's response.

"He obviously wants to get to know you. Why not start with telling him your full story? I can't tell them everything about you." Delia stopped talking to Catherine. "Fine you baby, give me the silent treatment!"

I then continued to walk to the bedroom again and questions were running through my head.

Who should Delia tell?

What else don't we know about her?

…What are my feelings for this woman?