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looking at him with the appreciation that had been in his eyes when he looked at me. I was trying to see inside his head. Please don't tell me that I had hooked up with a crazy!
But as soon as I had that thought, Roman laughed. “ I said, I was just playing. I knew what this was when I walked into this room with you yesterday. Just a one-time thing. I didn't even think that you'd let me stay the night, but I'm glad you did because I really did have a good time. ”
I wasn't sure if he was lying or not, but I kinda figured that those words deserved, if not a reward, a peace offering. If this guy was crazy, I didn't want to piss him off. I just wanted to get him out of here and make sure that we parted -- at least in his mind -- as friends.
So, I leaned over and kissed him, letting my tongue say a slow goodbye. But when his hands began to roam over my body, and goose bumps rose on my skin, and he brought back those last-night memories, I started having second thoughts. It might be good to give him a quickie … I had time … it could be short and sweet … what would it matter?
But I pushed him away because it would matter. It would matter because today was my wedding day. And no matter what anyone thought, I did have morals!
I rolled off the bed, then glanced at Roman over my shoulder. “ I'm going into the bathroom, ” I said. “ When I come out, please be gone. ”
His face stretched with surprise and his expression told me that he found my words a bit abrasive. I was sorry for that -- my tone was harsher than my heart. But if that's what was needed to make him be gone, then fine. I had to keep my mind on what was important here, and that was getting him out of the room so that I could prepare to become Kenny's bride.
I went into the bathroom, lowered the cover on the commode, sat down and waited. For a while, I was sure that he was going to knock on the door and ask to use the toilet. Isn't that what everyone did in the morning?
I folded my hands together and that was when I saw it -- the ring! Dang! I'd forgotten that I still had on Hines's ring. Can you imagine what would have happened if I walked into the church wearing this?
Jumping up from the toilet, I put my ear to the door. There was nothing. Still, I waited just a bit longer, just in case, before I stepped into the bedroom.
It was empty.
The only sign that Roman had been there were the tousled sheets and rumpled comforter that had been tossed onto the floor some time during the middle of the night.
I strolled through the grand bedroom and into the even grander living room. There was no sign of Roman, but I noticed an undershirt draped over the arm of the sofa. It took me a moment to figure out what it was and when I lifted it up, I laughed.
Call me any time, and call me often! That's what Roman had scribbled across the shirt that he'd left behind for me. Was he kidding? Shaking my head, I folded the shirt and took it with me into the bedroom. I was never going to call him. Last night was last night. And now it was over.
I stepped inside the walk-in closet, stuffed Roman's shirt into the bottom of my bag, then slid off Hines's ring. I kissed that big ol’ diamond goodbye before I tucked it into my purse and slipped my real ring back onto my finger. This was okay -- soon my boo would be able to afford the best for me.
Turning to my wedding dress, I gently pulled it off the hanger and cradled it like a baby in my arms before I laid it atop of the disheveled sheets of the bridal bed. Stepping back, I studied the Barber original. The purity that the designer had captured in that gown did not belong anywhere near the decadence that had gone down on that mattress over the last few hours.
So, I gathered the dress once again, and carried it into the living room. Roman and I had spent a couple of hours in this part of the suite, but most of the time, I was pinned up against the balcony windows. The couch was virgin territory. Gently, I spread out the
But as soon as I had that thought, Roman laughed. “ I said, I was just playing. I knew what this was when I walked into this room with you yesterday. Just a one-time thing. I didn't even think that you'd let me stay the night, but I'm glad you did because I really did have a good time. ”
I wasn't sure if he was lying or not, but I kinda figured that those words deserved, if not a reward, a peace offering. If this guy was crazy, I didn't want to piss him off. I just wanted to get him out of here and make sure that we parted -- at least in his mind -- as friends.
So, I leaned over and kissed him, letting my tongue say a slow goodbye. But when his hands began to roam over my body, and goose bumps rose on my skin, and he brought back those last-night memories, I started having second thoughts. It might be good to give him a quickie … I had time … it could be short and sweet … what would it matter?
But I pushed him away because it would matter. It would matter because today was my wedding day. And no matter what anyone thought, I did have morals!
I rolled off the bed, then glanced at Roman over my shoulder. “ I'm going into the bathroom, ” I said. “ When I come out, please be gone. ”
His face stretched with surprise and his expression told me that he found my words a bit abrasive. I was sorry for that -- my tone was harsher than my heart. But if that's what was needed to make him be gone, then fine. I had to keep my mind on what was important here, and that was getting him out of the room so that I could prepare to become Kenny's bride.
I went into the bathroom, lowered the cover on the commode, sat down and waited. For a while, I was sure that he was going to knock on the door and ask to use the toilet. Isn't that what everyone did in the morning?
I folded my hands together and that was when I saw it -- the ring! Dang! I'd forgotten that I still had on Hines's ring. Can you imagine what would have happened if I walked into the church wearing this?
Jumping up from the toilet, I put my ear to the door. There was nothing. Still, I waited just a bit longer, just in case, before I stepped into the bedroom.
It was empty.
The only sign that Roman had been there were the tousled sheets and rumpled comforter that had been tossed onto the floor some time during the middle of the night.
I strolled through the grand bedroom and into the even grander living room. There was no sign of Roman, but I noticed an undershirt draped over the arm of the sofa. It took me a moment to figure out what it was and when I lifted it up, I laughed.
Call me any time, and call me often! That's what Roman had scribbled across the shirt that he'd left behind for me. Was he kidding? Shaking my head, I folded the shirt and took it with me into the bedroom. I was never going to call him. Last night was last night. And now it was over.
I stepped inside the walk-in closet, stuffed Roman's shirt into the bottom of my bag, then slid off Hines's ring. I kissed that big ol’ diamond goodbye before I tucked it into my purse and slipped my real ring back onto my finger. This was okay -- soon my boo would be able to afford the best for me.
Turning to my wedding dress, I gently pulled it off the hanger and cradled it like a baby in my arms before I laid it atop of the disheveled sheets of the bridal bed. Stepping back, I studied the Barber original. The purity that the designer had captured in that gown did not belong anywhere near the decadence that had gone down on that mattress over the last few hours.
So, I gathered the dress once again, and carried it into the living room. Roman and I had spent a couple of hours in this part of the suite, but most of the time, I was pinned up against the balcony windows. The couch was virgin territory. Gently, I spread out the
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