When Devils Smile

Seventeen

The day started out fine, great even.

I was doing my own thing and everything was alright, I minded my business and it was a quiet morning. I felt at peace...

Until Devon of course had to ruin that.

He came to the door decked out in shorts and a funky looking top, I had to raise an eyebrow. "Get clothes on, we're going to the beach" my jaw almost fell open at that before I looked down at myself and noticed I wasn't wearing a short nor bottoms.

Only my boxers, and instantly my cheeks reddened. Which has never happened before, normally I don't care about being exposed, it has helped me get a long way in life actually. I flaunt it, but this just feels off, different, Devon throws his hands up with a devilish look on his face.

"No need to be shy Lev, you should be proud of a body like that" his eyes glance from my legs up to my head and I feel dizzy. I shake my head and snap out of it, jesus- I feel like a thirteen year old girl with a pathetic crush.

Not that this is what this is.

At all.

"Take your eyes off of me you pervert" Devon raises his brows at that, "what, you're older than me" I shrug and he laughs lightly, his hair flopping on his head perfectly.

"Yeah by a few years only" he shakes his head and I go to close the door but his foot steps in the way. Blocking myself from doing so, I give him a look. "Did you even listen to me, we're going to the beach" I scoff at his childish ways.

"Yeah I heard loud and clear, you want me to go naked now instead? Would that make the journey all the more worth it for you?" I question with an innocent look to my eyes and a tilt of my head.

I see him shuffle on the spot and he coughs to clear his throat, his cheeks growing darker ever so slightly but it's enough to know I've gotten to him.

"Uh, no. Sorry, you go dress. I'll go wait in the car" I nod to him with a knowing look.

"You go do that" I say simply and shut the door in his face. When it's closed I fall against it and sigh, banging my head.

"Fuck fuck fuck" I repeat because fuck, why do I feel all- strange, when I'm next to him. When I'm near him, when we're sharing the same air. He makes my head go funny, my hands tingle, my heart race, he takes away my breath with no explanation or care in the world.

I've never felt like this. And I absolutely despise it but desire it all the same, it's like a drug. I keep wanting more.

*****

"You stalking me?" I question with utter seriousness, he turns to me as he changes gear to speed up. The beach is quite fair away, we're in the middle of a village in... Well, no where. And the beach is a while away, so it's been a long silent drive.

We've listened to music, I've watched him bob his head along to the tune and mutter the lyrics. Getting it wrong half the time to which I sighed at and switched the radio off, I've spent the rest looking outside the window. It's getting sunnier, brighter. The more we drive further away.

I love the beach, which brings me back to my question.

Devon raises a brow, "huh?" He says dumbly and I roll my eyes, leaning my head back calmly on the seat as I watch traffic lights pass us by. All hitting green luckily.

"I like the beach, I haven't been in a while. But I used to love going" I see him strum his fingers along the steering wheel and when I look back to him his eyes are on me. I soon turn to look out the window again, not wanting to be pinned down by those calculating shining eyes.