▲ & (Jackson)
Delilah and Jackson eating dinner together.
Lilah groaned as she took another bite of the warm meal. “Okay,” she said around a mouthful of food. “I know neither of us aren’t great cooks, but it is so nice to have an actual meal after weeks of just McDonalds. Jacks. This is an orgasmic experience.”
Jackson laughed from next to her on the seat. “I’m glad you like it, Li. I did my best to not burn it.”
“I can tell,” she nodded, “I’m impressed.”
Jackson smiled, flashing the dimples that Lilah knew like the back of her hand. Her heart squeezed fondly. It didn’t matter where they were, what they were doing... When Lilah was with Jackson, she was at home. He was one of the only people in her life that she didn’t have to try around. She could just be herself.
Lilah gently rested her head on Jackson’s shoulder. “I missed this. I missed being home so much.” Of course, Lilah also missed touring... there was nothing like hearing a crowd of people singing your lyrics along with you. But home is where the heart is.
Home was with Jackson.
Delilah looked up at him with a smile before returning to her dinner, the comfortable silence settling over the pair of them like a blanket.
She was home.
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