Rembrary's pov
*Roselle*
I sauntered about absentmindedly on the porch, rephrasing through Bethany's confession last night.
I could barely get a wink of sleep all through the night as I kept pondering what possible step to take. She knew the gravity of her confession, she didn't wait five more seconds in the bedroom after letting the venomous statement slide off her tongue, and I hadn't set my eyes on her this morning either.
A familiar illegal scent of chocolate and caffeine swarms into my nostrils and slowly calls me back to reality.
‘‘Hey!’’ Roselle's sharp feminine voice rustled into my eardrums and, for a split moment, I was taken aback.
What date was it today?
I turned to see a broad smile on her plump face as she spread out her arms. “I'm back!’’
‘‘You've got to be kiddi
