Chapter 38

Wayne’s POV

I could stand here and watch this all day.

That’s what flits through my mind as I lean against the wall just inside Elena’ apartment, watching her shake her ass from across the room. I remember the first time I watched her dance, and I remember thinking she was godawful at it then.

She still is. And yet, I still love watching her.

‘Radio Ga Ga’ by Queen is blasting out of a smart device on the counter, and she has no idea I’m even standing here. She’s using a wooden spoon as a microphone and singing horribly off-key.

It’s adorable. She’s adorable.

I don’t alert her to my presence until the song fades out.

“Very nice! Encore!” I clap my hands.

Apparently, it’s the wrong thing to do.

“SON OF A…!” She whirls around, hand to her chest. “Wayne! I just pissed myself, you ass!”

She takes off running for the bathroom and slams the door, all while muttering to herself.

I won’t lie; I feel bad.

But only a litt