Delia hugs Jerome

Jerome didn't even have time to realize what happened the next second. Delia, with unimaginable determination, suddenly jumped up to him and threw herself into his arms. Her kiss was so fast that the boy didn't even have time to stop her. The girl's hot, soft lips touched his cheek, and at that moment the world around him seemed to disappear.

For the first seconds, the boy stood rooted to the spot - he didn't know how to react to this, his thoughts were confused, and his head seemed to not cope with what was happening. It was so unexpected that he even forgot to breathe for a second. But as soon as the kiss became more intense, his mind seemed to be freed. He began to understand that this was not just an impulsive gesture, but something more - a real feeling, a real desire that she had probably been hiding all this time.

Only a few seconds passed, but for Jerome they seemed like an eternity. When he finally came to his senses, his body responded to her kiss. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. His lips left hers for a moment to catch his breath, but they were back immediately, and now he was kissing her with the same passion she had for him.

This kiss was not just a gesture - it was a confession. She kissed him, and he kissed her back, experiencing everything he had hidden inside himself for the past weeks, all those feelings that he could not break out. In her touch, he felt not only passion, but also warmth that warmed his soul, cleansed him of pain and fear.

Her fingers slid down his neck, and Jerome felt his heart begin to beat faster. It was almost like a physical reaction to her touch, and he suddenly realized that everything that had happened up until that moment-all his worries, his inner torments, his fears, his insecurities-had simply dissolved into thin air, carried away by her gentle touch.

Jerome pressed himself against her, feeling the warmth of her body. He was almost shocked at how easily he forgot about everything that had tormented him before. She stood before him, so close, so real, that his mind could not process all the emotions that took over. It was not just desire, it was a real feeling, something much deeper, something that he had long hidden from himself.

The world around them seemed to freeze. The wind that had been whistling in their ears died down. They both stood there, pressed against each other, and in that moment, Jerome realized that he found something more in her than just a mission partner or someone he was forced to spend time with. He felt that she had become something important in his life, and despite their complicated and tense history, this moment was the clearest and most real of all.

He looked into her eyes and saw what he had been looking for, not just mischievous amusement or innocent curiosity, but a real understanding that seemed to connect them. It was more than he could have imagined.

"Delia..." his voice was quiet, almost like a whisper, when he was finally able to break out of this state, when his heart was still pounding wildly in his chest.

"Yes?" she answered, not taking her eyes off him, her lips twitching slightly at the corners in a slight smile, as if waiting for his words, but in no hurry to say them.

He didn't know what to say, because he himself was overcome with excitement and a feeling that he had long tried to suppress. All he could do was hug her even tighter and then say:

"You're important to me. I... I didn't even know it before. And now I can't just forget about you."

Her fingers, which had been touching his neck until now, tightened slightly, as if she were seeking comfort, reassurance in this contact. Her breathing became a little deeper, and her gaze became even more serious.

"Jerome..." She took a step back, but her hand didn't leave his body. "I didn't understand a lot of things either, but now... I feel like we shouldn't hide our feelings. That's all we have."

Her words, so softly spoken yet so sincere, made Jerome feel his emotions starting to bubble up, not knowing how to stop.

He paused a moment longer, then slowly leaned toward her and, for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to forget about what was happening around him. His lips touched hers again, and in that moment, it seemed like the whole world disappeared. There were only the two of them, in this moment that seemed both new and long-awaited.

She kissed him back, and in her arms, Jerome felt all the tension inside him melt away. It was unexpected, but at the same time, so natural. They were more than just fellow travelers on this journey. This was a new stage, and there was no room for doubt.

When their lips finally parted, Delia looked at Jerome with a small, almost invisible smile. There was a surprising softness in her eyes, as if they had both just experienced something important and overwhelming. There was everything in that look - joy, confusion, and perhaps even fear that their feelings would not be perceived as they intended.

But at that moment the cabin door opened and Jo appeared on the threshold. Delia and Jerome, both at the same moment, instinctively drew back from each other, as if caught unawares. Jerome felt awkward, and Delia ran her hand through her hair in a hurry, as if trying to hide her confusion.

Jo looked at them both carefully, her gaze did not reveal the slightest sign of severity. On the contrary, the agent's face was absolutely calm, even with a slight hint of ironic fatigue. She did not say a word, only slightly raised an eyebrow, as if asking: What was that?

Delia, still slightly embarrassed, looked at Jerome, then at Jo, and, feeling the need to justify herself, began to speak quickly:

"We just..." She trailed off, unsure of what to say. It was too personal to explain in words, especially in front of Jo. But it seemed like her eyes were understanding the situation much more easily than they seemed.