As my anger cooled, I made a decision. I would hold on. I would try to protect what we had.
I didn’t sleep that night. At six in the morning, someone knocked on the door.
Jackson's POV
I got up to answer the door. But standing there was none other than Dwayne.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped.
Yet he ignored me, leaning forward to call inside. “Penelope, you awake yet?”
I moved to shut the door, but he had already stepped in, blocking the entrance. “I’m here for Penelope, not you.”
“What are you doing here?” Penelope appeared, still in her pajamas.
With a smug smile, Dwayne brought his hand from behind his back, revealing a gift. “I meant to give this to you yesterday, but we were having such a good time at dinner that I forgot. Remember how I ruined your stockings last time? These are the same kind. You’ll love them.”
Stockings? My stomach turned. She had never once worn stockings around me. And yet here he was, openly admitting he had torn hers before, standing right in front of me, while handing her a new pair.
I caught the faint blush on her face, the shy smile that went with it.