~ Chapter Thirteen ~
I
didn’t end up killing Devon after dinner. Instead, he and Hayley ganged up on me and tickled me until I was on the floor, in tears and unable to breathe.
“Oh my God! Stop! I can’t breathe!” I yelled at them in between gasps of air. They laughed but allowed me to breathe and scramble away from them and over to my bed where I breathed a sigh of relief.
“You two are just plain evil!” I yelled at them and they laughed at me again.
I glared at them and they just laughed harder at me. I turned away from them and glared out the window. The laughter died down after that and I felt my bed dip down near the edge. I glanced at the person but turned away almost instantly when I saw that Devon was sitting there. I really couldn’t afford to have my heart flutter or for him to have any kind of affect on me whatsoever.
He sat there without moving or making a noise for quite some time and I soon began to feel uneasy. I could feel him watching me carefully as I watched the sky outside get darker and darker the longer we sat there. I heard the door open and shut a few seconds later and I turned my gaze to look around the room in a worry.
When I couldn’t find Hayley anywhere in the room, I got up suddenly and kept looking. I heard Devon chuckle from behind me but I refused to look at him. I couldn’t be alone with him, especially right now when I was severely aware that he was here . . . with me . . . Alone.
I gulped as I tried to think of something I could do that would involve me leaving the room and being around others and not alone with him. But nothing came to mind and any thought of leaving him alone to his thoughts disappeared when he placed a hand on my shoulder and his fingers began wandering down my arm lightly.
I pulled away from him as quickly as I could. I didn’t look at him as I heard him groan in disappointment when I pulled away from him.
“Aza,” he began in a whisper and I turned to look at him.
He had a sad look on his face as he continued to look at me. My expression softened as I looked at him and I reached up and gently touched his face. He leaned into my hand and closed his eyes, sighing.
“Aza,” Devon said again, but the words seemed to get caught in his throat when he opened his eyes and locked them on mine. I looked at him, startled.
“Devon? What’s wrong?” I asked him in a worried tone.
He looked up at me again and grabbed my hand suddenly. I jumped and backed away automatically. He gripped my hand tighter and began pulling me close to him.
“Devon. What are you doing?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t let go, didn’t stop.
He looked at me intently as he pulled me closer to him. He grabbed my other hand and guided it around his waist, forcing us together. I looked up at him again, but there were no words this time. Where I had felt scared, I now felt comfortable, and that fact confused me. Devon’s eyes bore into mine, and his grip softened on my wrists. In the next moment, his lips were on mine, pressing roughly while his tongue flicked across my lip. And in that second, I had a shocking epiphany. I liked it. Shit!
As if sensing it, I felt Devon smile before he pulled away and grinned at me. I felt my cheeks beginning to heat up and I looked away, hiding my blush from him. But he was too quick for me. Devon placed a finger on my chin, pressing against it gently to turn my face back to his. There was laughter in his eyes, but he had the decency not to laugh at my expense.
