Page 144 of Prickly Romance
But I have decided to restrain myself.
I want her to know that I am not with her for her body or her youth. Dejonae seems to be influenced by other people’s opinions, so I am determined to ease all her doubts. She is not a way to ‘experiment’ as Akira once insinuated.
She means more to me. There is arightnessto being with her. A sense of a missing piece slipping into place.
Her thick eyelashes remain closed even when I pull back. I swipe my tongue across my top lip, testing whether her mouth is, indeed, pure sugar.
“Oh Lord, if this is a dream, donotwake me up,” she mumbles.
I smile.
Dejonae Williams isanmitsu.
Savory, satisfying, and addictive.
My hands cup her cheeks.
I have not allowed myself to want someone in so long.
Yet, I long for her.
Everything about her.
Everything that she is willing to give.
And even that which she would rather keep hidden.
She is my light in a dark, chaotic world.
“If it bothers you so much, I can have the rose petals boxed up and delivered to your apartment.”
She scrunches her nose. “In a few days, those will be dead roses and then bugs will crawl in and eat them.”
“Hm.” I muse.
The glinting silver lights of the city splashes across her face. She looks up at me suspiciously. “What?”
“You are un-romantic.”
She swats my arm.
I smirk down at her.
“I amveryromantic, okay? But I’m also rational. You spent a fortune so that I could walk on roses. Which is nice. I’m not saying it wasn’t. But it was excessive.”
I bring her knuckles to my lips and kiss it. “If you wish, I will refrain from further ‘excessive’ displays.”
“Aw, you’re letting me win?”
“If…” I add sternly.
She sighs and eases back. “I knew there was a catch.”
“If you agree to tell others that you are taken.”
“Sazuki.”
“Ryotaro.”
