Page 205 of Prickly Romance


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Rolling to a sitting position, I glance at the open door leading into the hallway. I have a faint recollection of Dejonae slipping out of my arms, claiming she needed to use the bathroom.

Has she not returned yet?

I run a hand through my hair and imagine Dejonae skipping through her morning routine, trying to pretty herself up for me.

Unnecessary.

I have not met a more beautiful woman than her.

“Dejonae,” I call, hoping she appears.

She does not.

I contemplate my next move with an air of disbelief. How did I stray so far off the path? How did she consume me to the point of insanity? I did not set out to fall in love with anyone. Especially not a woman who, on the surface, is my opposite in every way.

Yet here I am, waiting, head turned to the door like a dog restless before his owner comes home.

Enough.

I should find Dejonae and make her breakfast.

She must be sore and hungry.

I find my trousers on the floor. Zipping up my pants, I swipe my phone from the nightstand.

There is a message from Niko.

Where are you, dad?

The text forces me to remember my duties. I am not just a man, but also a father. It is time to return home.

My eyes skate around the room.

I skip over Dejonae’s panties. Her jeans. Her bra.

Where is my shirt?

The front door opens.

I glance up in surprise. Did Dejonae leave while I was asleep?

I hurry to the living room. Dejonae has her back turned as she closes the door. She is wearing my shirt.

The sight of her in my clothing bewitches me. If I had the time, I would invade her again, run my hands through her frizzy hair and discover what she tastes like in the morning.

But the thought is quickly cast aside when she faces me, looking scattered and dazed. The expression sets me on edge instantly.

“Is something wrong?”

She jolts at the sound of my voice. Her eyes are strained. “You’re up?”

I draw closer to her. “I was preparing to leave, but I will need my shirt.”

She nods absently and walks past me. “I’ll change.”

The bathroom door opens and closes softly.

I frown at the heavy silence.

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