Curry Munching with the French Boy

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"You still haven't fucking broken up with her!" I exclaimed the moment we got into Devin's apartment.

"Give me a chance to fucking explain, you've been chewing my ear off since we got here." He growled irritably.

"Yeah well what is there to explain, Devin?" I shot back, hands on hips as I glared at him.

"Shut up, goddammit! Just give me a minute of fucking silence." He barked as he rubbed his temples. I tried to calm myself down but I was fuming. We had agreed on Thursday that Devin would break up with Diya on Friday. It was Sunday and he still hadn't done it! I had no other good reason to be mad apart from I was scared that Devin had suddenly fallen in love with Diya and didn't want me anymore. Out of all the ways I could've reacted, anger seemed to have taken the cake.  

"Well, go on." I urged testily.

With a frustrated grunt, Devin began, "I was thinking about it on Friday and I realised I just can't dump her."

My face fell and my stomach lurched. This was my worst nightmare coming true. He had fallen for her and now he was going to kick me to the side.

"What?" I choked out, my anger subsiding as tears pricked my eyes. It seemed Devin's frustration had vanished too as he noticed my quivering chin and watery eyes.

"Oh God, you're crying, Lea, why are you crying?" He asked, concern lacing his voice as he engulfed me in a hug. I cried into his chest, drenching his sexy Ramones shirt in tears.

"You love her don't you? You didn't dump her because you're going to leave me, right?" I sobbed. I felt Devin's chest shake and a low rumble emitted from it. My tears stopped and I wiped my eyes as I looked up at him. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, pained that he would laugh at my heartbreak.

"Are you like, insane Maliha? How could I ever leave you?" He said kissing the top of my head.

"So you don't love Diya?" I asked.

"No, kitten." He shook his head. I threw my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms, holding on for dear life.

"Good," I mumbled into his neck, "because I don't know if I could carry on with my life without you."

I know those words made it seem like I was being drawn dangerously closer into the trap of love, but I didn't care. Maybe I did love Devin, but I didn't want to admit out loud. I didn't want to be one of those stupid teenagers flinging the word love around like it was nothing.

"Are you on your period again, Lea?" Devin teased. I pulled back and glared at him, but he pouted back at me with such an adorable face, that I attacked him with my lips. I kissed him with everything in me, needing him to affirm the fact that he was mine, not anyone else's. He may officially have been my sister's boyfriend but Devin was mine. Our lips moved together with passion, his tongue delving in to my parted lips. I whimpered when his hands squeezed my ass as his tongue plunged into my mouth. Devin tasted like coffee, which was different from the usual nicotine. I relished the feel of his tongue sliding against mine, as his hands gripped my ass tightly. Finally I pulled away and latched my lips onto his neck, sucking hard. Devin set me down on the kitchen counter as he stood between my legs, whilst I gave him a hickey that wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Devin moaned when I nibbled on the sensitive skin and then tugged on his earlobe with my teeth.

“You’re mine.” I growled.

"I like it when you play rough with me, you sexy little minx." He groaned in my ear.

I laughed and pulled away, admiring the lovely red hickey I had given him, "Now you are officially my bitch." I smirked.

"Maybe you should tie me to the bed and make me call you 'Mistress'." Devin suggested.