Curry Munching with the French Boy

13

I was currently nestled in between Devin's legs on his apartment floor, flipping through an album I found on his table.

"Oh my god! Your hair!" I laughed pointing to a picture of him as a small boy with various colours of paint stuck in his hair.

"I remember that. Papa told me to explore my talents so I tried painting." He said with a small smile.

"You call your dad, Papa?" I asked.

"Yea."

"That's so cute!" I grinned turning around and pinching one of his cheeks. This is the most Devin had spoken about his family and I was happy to ask questions. "Your dad is awesome." I added as an afterthought.

"I know. Don't think I didn't notice the shelf full of his books in your room. And the posters on your wall. And his blog that was open on your laptop. You're a fucking obsessed Homer Ford fanatic, aren't you?"

"Well I wouldn't say obsessed." I blushed.

"You're obsessed, admit it, you like my Dad." Devin teased.

"I like you more, though." I said, rolling my eyes. I felt Devin tense behind me and his breathing stopped. Oh shit, why did I say something like that!? He'd only begun acting civil towards me today, and now I was ruining it by getting ahead of myself! "Sorry that came out wro-" I began to explain but I was cut off when I felt his rough lips leave a lingering kiss on my neck.

"Don't you dare take that back. I like you too, a whole fucking lot."

I twisted my body around and straddled Devin's lap.

"Is it bad that I don't feel the least bit guilty for being the girl that my sister's boyfriend is cheating with?"

"Yes that is rather bitchy of you. I know that if I had a brother and I was kissing his girl I'd feel at least a bit bad." Devin shrugged. I hit his chest and pouted.

"But you seduced me."

"That, I fucking did. I'm glad I did." He smiled down at me, showing his perfect teeth. It was a genuine smile that reached his eyes, and he looked so young and carefree.

"You should smile like that more often." I commented.

"So I've been told." He replied with a suggestive tone.

"What are you getting at?"

"Oh nothing, you just said something similar when you were absolutely fucking wasted."

My eyes widened and my face paled. I probably said something utterly embarrassing. "Oh my god, what did I say?"

"You should smile like that more often. It makes me want to kiss you all over!" He imitated in a high-pitched voice. I placed a hand over my mouth and laughed.

"What the hell?" I mumbled my cheeks turning red.

"Don't worry, kitten, I thought it was fucking cute."

I scrunched my nose up and scowled. "Don't call me that."

"What? Kitten?" He asked. I nodded. "Would you rather I call you Lea?"

"Yes! Anything that doesn't make me sound like your personal bimbo, Devin." I retorted putting emphasis on his name.

His eyes darkened and he leaned in closer towards me, adjusting his grip on my waist.

"Fuck, say that again."

"Say what again, Devin?" I teased.

"Oh god." He murmured burying his face in my neck.