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( CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: FAMILY MATTERS ) August, 1993
❝ I know you deserve better. ❞
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Things were looking up for Devon Emmet. Why? Well, he's just achieved the impossible. He has gotten seven individual, brash breakdancers to get along. Now, it might've not sounded like much, but it was truly was. Looking back at the sheer, bloody competitiveness of breakdancing culture, it was simply remarkable that the cast was now united. They were from different backgrounds, they had different styles, and yet, they were all meshing together like perfectly shaped puzzle pieces, and it made Devon proud.So, it was incredibly pleasing to see their bond grow at they continued filming.
But, right at that second, he was just glad to have Janet by his side. This morning especially. He woke to the sight of her, sleeping soundly next to him. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her curly hair was mangled against the pillow, making a frizzy moss around her sweet face.
Devon naturally smiled at the sight of her, caressing his tightly laced durag as he angled his body so that he could look at her more closely. It might've been creepy, watching her when she was sleeping, but she was such an angelic sight this time in the morning. Drool and all.
Mornings usually started like this. Peace and quiet, and then soon after, other noises would fill the room. A few minutes later, Devon and Janet were awake. Wide awake.
"Dev, I have to get ready," Janet cooed seductively, a gasp coming out of her lips. Janet tried to get ready for the day, but Devon made it his mission to keep her in bed for as long as possible, and unfortunately, he was quite persuasive. Devon hovered over her frame, hungrily kissing the skin on her abdomen, neck and chest. He travelled further down, sliding underneath the covers as he crawled beneath her pelvis, letting her legs drape over his shoulders with no complaints.
Janet went to speak again, but unfortunately, no words ended up coming out her mouth. Only sounds. When Devon's face moved in between her thighs, Janet's breathing became even heavier, her hand coming up to smack the bed frame as her head fell back into the pillows. Another string of loud moans worked its way out of Janet throat, an instinctive look of bliss curling against her features as she felt a pleasurable sensation working its way through her body.
This was unfair. He was unfair. It was all unfair, she didn't stand a chance. "Ooo," Janet sighed, looking down to see that Devon's head was deeply lodged in between her legs. She felt the material of his durag rubbing against her skin.
Despite the fact that Janet's trip to New York was mainly filled with stress — due to Michael's allegations — it was safe to say that the time she spent with Devon was everything. He was truly so attentive and comforting to her, despite his busy schedule, and it was heartwarming. Even early in the morning, he eagerly wanted to spend more time alone with her.
