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THINGS.
Sunday morning, we visit our homeless center before doing anything else. After talking to the staff and some homeless folks, Devin and I go to the store to pick up items they've requested. Because of winter, most of what we're buying, is warm clothing.
On a daily basis, we spend a good ten thousand dollars out of Devin's, dad's, fortune, on the homeless. Mr. Porter doesn't care, though, since he's swimming in money.
"Alright, we need thirty coats, but let's just get thirty extra, just in case. As for boots and gloves, I'll say about forty pairs." I say this while I put it all down in my notes.
When I look up from my phone, I see him looking at me, and I blush. "You look so pretty when you're concentrated." He tells me. I roll my eyes and walk into the clothing section of the store. We can have people do this shopping for us, but for now, I like doing these things myself, with Devin next to me, to constantly tell me how great I am.
Once we've got everything that's on the list. We take both of our filled carts to the checkout, and as always, people are staring. I'll admit, it's intimidating, but definitely one of my favorite parts of these trips. Lately people are recognizing who we are. I guess you can say we're kind of celebrities—well, Devin is one, to be honest, since he's his dad's son, but for me, this fame is new.
We've actually appeared in the local news, and Mr. Porter has mentioned us in some of his interviews, so yeah it's been crazy.
We pay for everything and go back to the shelter. I always get excited to see the excited looks on these peoples faces, when I directly hand them the things they've requested.
"I love how bright your aura gets when you're helping others." He comes up behind me, whispering this in my ear. That hot breath tickles my skin, causing me to giggle.
"I love how you tell me this same thing, in a different way, every time."
Once I've given away most of what we bought, Devin pulls me away, into the staff room, shutting us in. "Someone is needy." I chuckle, backing him up and onto the couch in the room. "Yeah, and I would've snuck a kiss out there too, if it wasn't for a pair of little kids staring at me."
This makes me laugh, and find him all the more irresistible, in this moment. Sitting on his lap, I ignore his obvious rock, and we begin making out. I'm still upset with myself about my behavior the night before, but I just wish I had the guts to have sex with Devin.
"Hey, babe." I say, between kisses. "What is it?" He's still kissing me, but stops the second he hears what comes out of my mouth next. "Are you sure you're okay with us not having intercourse?"
Yeah, I probably shouldn't have asked that question, but I'm so insecure that this was definitely going to come up sooner or later. "Y/n, please. No more of these ridiculous questions. Of course I'm okay! I'm not some sex deprived animal! If you think I'm going to break up with you because of that, you're out of your mind."
