He left the room with cautious optimism. Deja tucked her legs in the chair she was sitting in, resting her chin on her knees.
She didn't know if he would wait for her or not. She was talking to herself. 'I do trust and love Trent. So why am I holding on to fear? It was the experiences of others I love that have been hurt by men? Like Momma Olivia and my friend Angela, there's just so much to consider being with Trent. I don't know.'
It was late when Deja finally got up to go into the guest room where she and Trent were staying at his family's house. It was dark, and everyone was gone to bed, including Trent, so she thought.
She quietly went to the bedroom. He walked out of the bathroom after his shower, startling Deja. Trent didn't even glance at her, passed her up.
Deja looked him up
