The Nymph of my Imagination

Wayne POV

This is a quick Bonus Chapter of Wayne from Caged In (Chapter 16). This is quick and completely unedited first draft so please ignore all spelling, grammatical errors and rushed flow of writing.

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Laying on the bed scrolling through my phone Sophia huffs from her closet tossing another shirt out and onto the floor. The pile is starting to grow in size from her indecisive choices. "For someone saying this isn't a date you sure are worrying an awful lot about what you are going to wear," I tell her, sending another text out absentmindedly. Scrolling through my messages still waiting for a response from him. Nothing.

She throws the next shirt at me hitting the phone out of my hand making it almost hit my face. "Stop trying to get laid for a moment and help me, alright, " she holds another in her hand to throw it next.

Laughing at her antics I leave the phone on the bed to go to the closet. "You clean your mess and let me handle this," jetting my head towards the pile. She looks it over blowing out a breath, "what is wrong with me" she says rubbing her temples before picking up the clothing to put on the bed before starting to sort and organize it. Sophia looks it over, crossing her arms, "maybe I should wear a dress," she sighs.

I shake my head, "no. That's not your style, besides you told him 'this is not a date!'" Putting my finger up mocking her. She comes closer shoving me aside grabbing some hangers sticking out her tongue. "It ain't a date!" She scoffs.

"Uh-huh, that's why you can't find an outfit." Giving her a bright smile that she does not return. "Just settle on something Soph, pretty sure Cage isn't going to care either way. He is probably doing the same thing right now." Laughing at the thought. Poor guy hasn't got a clue.

Pulling one of the jeans from the stack before bringing it to the bed looking over the shirts, "this one, " pointing to a cute flowing white tank that showcases her shoulders well. Sophia looks it over picking it up shaking her head. Chewing the corner of my mouth I grab a tight crop top that I made her buy last year, "fine wear this."

She glares towards me, "never going to happen."

"You have a choice, make it." Helping her before digging my phone out from the stacked clothing.

Still nothing.

She pulls her t-shirt off throwing it in the laundry basket before pulling the tank over her head adjusting it while looking it over. "Waiting for someone?" She asks finally. Sophia has only been trying to steal glances without having to ask, her curiosity must be getting the best of her. Grinning her way, "what's it to ya Puddin'?"

She pulls the jeans up over her hips buttoning them up lifting the tank slightly looking them over, lowering the top again before looking in the mirror. "Stop that, " taping her ass, "it looks hot."

"That's one word for it, " Sophia grumbles before sitting at her vanity smoothing her hair over while eyeing her small collection of jewelry. Taking the brush from her putting it back on the table, taking her hair in my hands to braid it from top to bottom to give it a slight wave before we get there. "You don't have to add anything to it, you are only going to grab that denim anyway." I know her, she sticks with what she knows. Fashion isn't her forte.

Sophia sighs pushing her hair behind her shoulder, "is that what you are wearing for Desmond?" She asks before standing up grabbing her other jacket smirking my way. Damn her.

"That obvious?" Putting my phone on silent before shoving it in my back pocket. She snorts while putting money in her own pocket and her phone in the other. "Getting slow in your old age," she laughs, wiggling her eyebrows, "need to get better at hiding it."