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“You’re looking particularly murdery tonight.”
And that is that I do think of Devon and sex together. A lot. Far more than is healthy.
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Mental note: never get drunk at Ryan’s while he’s on dad duty ever again.
He has a new ring in his bottom lip, and I’m certain the whole purpose of it is to drive me insane.
Here are the first ten songs from my workout playlist: On My Mind - Ellie Goulding Vacation - The Go Gos You May Be Right - Billy Joel Flower - Moby My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson DNA - Little Mix Everyday I Love You Less and Less - Kaiser Chiefs Vertigo - U2 Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine
Everyday I Love You Less and Less - Kaiser Chiefs Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine Too Much Time Together - San Cisco Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis Kill the Director - The Wombats Eighties - Killing Joke Cavorting - The Courteeners You Really Got Me - The Kinks Inbetween Days - The Cure I Wanna Be Sedated - Ramones
You’re too busy wanking to those “disturbing” (your words) fantasies of your ex future
Before I can second-guess myself, I close the distance between us, kicking the front door shut behind me as I wrap my hand around the back of his head and draw him in, crashing my lips to his.
Devon Montgomery: How did you know I wouldn’t be interested? Me: Because I excel at mind-reading, obviously Devon Montgomery: Obviously 5535756900 Me: Also there is no way the noble Sir Devon would be gagging for my cock 24/7 if he were still in love with my sister Devon Montgomery: You really are an arsehole Me: Your insults are so creative Devon Montgomery: How do you know there are ‘no plans to stop anytime soon’? Maybe I’m done with this whole thing? It’s getting a little boring… Me: That’d be way more convincing if you weren’t holding your dick right now and thinking about me Me:
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“Beautiful,” Wes murmurs, brushing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
“No one’s ever looked at me like that before,” I murmur. “Like what?” The curiosity in his tone is evident; I can’t even begin to imagine how strange my behaviour must have seemed to him earlier. I hesitate for a moment, trying to put my thoughts into words. “Like they’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than they wanted me in that moment.” He’s quiet for a long beat before responding in a soft whisper. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you.”
“And I don’t mean just in that moment. It’s all the fucking time. If that’s something that scares you, I’m sorry but you’ll just have to get over it because I’m completely, utterly addicted to you.”
I rest my own hand on top of Wes’s, sliding my fingers between his. He gently shifts his hand so his is palm up underneath mine before linking our fingers again. It’s such a simple gesture, but at the same time it feels monumental; like the first time we cuddled. Holding hands is just something we’re going to do from now on, I can tell.
“I’m happy. I’m in love with someone else. I don’t want any part of this.”
“Alright, fine. Yes, for some reason that I’m finding absolutely impossible to fathom, I’ve managed to fall in love with you.” I smile. “Ditto.” Devon screws his face up. “Hell no. You’re not getting out of this by ripping off Ghost. Say it back properly!” I groan. “Do I really have to?” “Yes, you really have to,” he says, eyes narrowed. “Okay, okay.” I draw in a deep breath, steadying myself. “I sort of…maybe…” “Sort of…maybe?” Devon echoes, clearly unimpressed. “Okay, fine! I love you,” I blurt out. “There we go—don’t expect me to ever say it again.”
“You can delete the recording,” I tell him. “You don’t need it anymore.” Ducking my head again, I brush my lips against his ear, murmuring, “I love you.”
