Chapter 12- Old man

Deila's pov The kitchen was the last place I wanted to be when my thoughts were all over. Physically, I was with there, sitting on the kitchen counter, but mentally I was miles away and caught between dwelling on the heated kiss I shared with James, and of dad's offer. "Did you think about it yet?" Sia's voice jolted me out of my mental * From the corner of my eyes, I saw her taking the last plate from the dishwasher, wiping it with a towel. "About what?" I asked distractedly, my eyes...