From Engagement Rings to Morning Zings

Coco couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows and then grabbed her pillow, throwing it right on top of Devante’s face. What do you mean what is wrong?! Do you not see-…crap, please tell me you remember something-anything from last night. She asked desperately as she ran a hand down her face, she wasn’t sure whether the redness on her cheeks was because of the fact that she was sort of pissed off or because she was nude beside him.

Taking a deep breath, Coco forced herself to maintain a steady voice in order to explain. Why…why don’t I have any clothes on, Dante? She asked quietly while peeking underneath the sheets.