Chapter 52

Curtis narrowed his eyes slightly. "Met me in a past life, huh?" Delia pressed her lips together awkwardly, then suddenly cupped his face in her hands. "Ugh, okay okay, fine. It was in a dream. I had this dream where you could walk, like really walk-and you even ran toward me. It felt super real, like I swore it meant something. So I totally believe your legs will work again, just like in that dream-one day you'll be walking, running, jumping, all that." Curtis studied her, his dark eyes unreadable, and eventually gave a flat, "Yeah." Yeah? What's that supposed to mean? Does that count as believing her or not? She had no clue. No way she was risking asking. Suddenly, Delia flung herself on top of him, sprawled across his chest. "Wait-you don't believe me? Seriously? Say you don't and I swear I'll cry right here and now." Curtis twitched his mouth. "I believe you." Delia smirked and, not giving him any time to rethink it, she leaned down and sealed his lips with hers. ***** Stockton fam