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THE SAME NIGHT...
When they reached Negril, Dwayne felt a surge of satisfaction. This trip, planned down to every detail, was finally happening. As they parked, Samira and Kevon were already outside, waiting.
“Unuh tek long fi reach, eh?” Samira teased, crossing her arms with a smirk.
Dwayne laughed, pulling Dejanae close with an arm around her waist. “Good things come to those who wait,” he replied, glancing at Dejanae as she took in the grand entrance of the hotel.
Dejanae’s subconscious: This is noiceeee
"A weh Anaya deh?" Dejanae asked, looking around for her friend.
“She gone look fi smth fi eat wid Zidi,” Samira answered, gesturing to the other side of the lobby.
After they checked in, Dwayne led Dejanae to their room. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh. “Mi wah sleep,” she murmured, her eyes already closing.
Dwayne smirked, a little disappointed his dinner plan was falling through. “And mi did a plan fi carry yuh out fi dinner till midnight,” he said, hinting at his intentions to keep the night special.
She peeked one eye open at him, smiling. “But mi tired. We can do dat tomorrow, please?”
Dwayne’s subconscious: kmt
“Alright,” he nodded, watching her settle deeper into the bed. He couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips as he saw her relaxing, feeling grateful for the chance to be by her side.
When Dejanae drifted off, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, and took a moment to look at her sleeping peacefully.
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📍ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴛᴏɴ/ɴᴇɢʀɪʟ|| ᴡᴇᴅ-ᴊᴜʟʏ 17 - ⏰ 9:ᴀᴍ||
The next morning, Dwayne was the first to wake. He lay there, watching her sleep, admiring how peaceful she looked. Eventually, he couldn’t resist, and gently nudged her awake. “Hey, princess, time fi get up,” he murmured, brushing a hand over her cheek.
Dejanae groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open. “Happy birthday, princess,” he whispered, leaning down to give her a kiss.
She scrunched her face, pulling away with a sleepy grin. “Mi mouth tink,” she mumbled, shifting away as he kept leaning closer.
Dwayne’s subconscious: Stink or not, I just want to kiss her...
“B, mi nuh care,” he replied, laughing as he pulled her in, pressing a kiss to her lips.
