Me and Devin both shared a bit of a moment last night, and although it hadn't been anywhere near romantic, it felt personal. I felt as if I suddenly knew him a little bit better. He'd let me have a glimpse underneath that mask of his. It made me realize that Devin was human, just like the rest of us. The look in his eyes when he told his story gave away that he was susceptible to pain, anguish and grief; and it had implanted itself deep within him. Poisoning the guy from the inside. I was beginning to understand him, he forced his pain away by chasing after distractions. I mean, there are definitely bits and pieces that I had yet to try and put together, but I felt like I had the general idea of who he was. Despite his mischievous ways, he was honest and good. All I'm doing is following my instincts, and trusting him was what they had told me to do.
I woke up to Devin's arms around my stomach hugging me tightly as his head rested on my chest. I passed my fingers through his soft honey blonde hair, and the muscles in my belly did the delectable clench thing as the image of Devin as a small boy experiencing his parents death passed through my head. No wonder he doesn't want to get close to someone. I wouldn't want too either if I was in his shoes. He has a sister, I wonder where she is. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything about this troubled, beautiful man.
His eyes fluttered open and I whispered "good morning", he smiled and said "good morning angel", it's true what they say, a mans sleepy voice is the sexiest thing ever.
"I'm guessing we won't be going to school today" I said looking at the time on my phone, it was currently 3:20 pm.
"Nope, I guess not. You're all mine for the day" he said rolling over and tackling me on the bed while giving me kisses all over my face.
He sat up getting off the bed rotating his body to have his back face me as he crouched down, looking back at me he said "hop on, get on me, let's go get breakfast"
I laughed and jumped on his back wrapping my arms around his neck while his hands slipped under my thighs holding me tight in place as he skipped down the stairs, ran around the living room twirling us in circles and lastly made a sharp turn towards the kitchen. My laughter filled the house but quickly died down when I noticed Mason, Emma, and Hunter sitting down on the table, they all looked up at us. Mason whispered to Emma "ooooh, he's got it bad", but Devin heard him and threw a banana at Mason playfully. "Aye man, that hurt" Mason said rubbing the side of his head. Emma and I laughed.
Devin sat me down on the kitchen counter as he looked for food. "There's no fucking food in this house" he groaned.
"Let's go out to eat somewhere" Mason said taking out his car keys from his pockets
"wait, can we stop at my place, I need to grab a pair of shoes. I can't go in a pair of heels, I'm gonna look like a trashy Hooker " I said
Devin leaned in close to my ear and whispered "Only for me, you're my trashy hooker", I gave him a what-in-the-world face expression. I understand that he was probably trying to be cute, but that wasn't cute.
We were now headed towards masons grey Ferrari. Devin slipped his hand with mine as we walked to the front yard, my heart is pounding, I can feel that pull, that electricity between us charging, filling the space with static.
Then suddenly I began to think about this fucked up relationship we had, I wasn't sure what exactly we were, were we friends with benefits? We're we something more?
