Page 350 of Dark Love

Then the world starts moving without me, and I’m sitting up next to Vex. “There have got to be humans somewhere that stay in bed all day. I want to move there.”

“Do you dye it or is it natural?”

Huh? That question is too much for my sleepy brain. “Huh?” Smart. Really smart Dahlia.

“Your hair.” He lifts a strand up into the air.

Who would pay to get their hair dyed the color of dirt? “Um. No. I’m mostly low maintenance.”

“Mostly?”

“I might have a purse habit.” Among a few other vastly unnecessary purchasing habits. “But it’s completely under control ish.” I shrug. What can I say, I’m weak.

“Good to know.” He slips out of bed, leaving me bereft.

That hurt way more than it should.

Vex walks into the closet. Well, I hope it’s the closet. There are several doors in this room and the only one I know for sure is the bathroom.

What do I do now?

My clothing wasn’t in his bathroom.

And it wasn’t in my purse.

I can hardly go out to eat wearing his t-shirt.

What do I do?

Sneak out. One of the other doors has to lead to the way out of his place. I’ll sneak out, hop in a cab, and never see him again.

Can I hop in a cab looking like this?

The cab is more likely to drop me off at the police station or hospital than my own home.

Not to mention I’d die of embarrassment if a single person saw me looking like this. I could steal Vex’s sheet and make a toga. That shouldn’t be too hard. We did it for spirit week in high school all the time.

Except I never participated in that day. Togas don’t get along well with my body.

What do I do?

Vex steps back into the room with a couple of hangers slung over his shoulder. “I’ll go use the guest bathroom. Take all the time you need.”

Time for what? It’s not like I have anything to wear. “Um.” Embarrassment forces my eyes to the duvet. “Do you—Um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need…my um…” Just say it. You slept next to this man for two days. He’s seen you at your worst. “Where are my clothes?”

“I threw them out.”

What?

“Didn’t think you’d ever want to wear them again?”

I probably didn’t, but one kind of needs clothing. “Um… what am I going to wear?”

He stands there staring at me for a long moment.

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