Semua Bab It should have been just once: Bab 11 - Bab 16

“I love your boobs.”Those are the words that drag me out of sleep. The words just dropped straight into my ears.“What?” I slur, my face is still buried in the pillow and my brain lagging behind my mouth.“I said I love your boots,” he says immediately. Could I have possibly heard wrong? “Can you wake up? There’s a rave tonight and I’m bringing you with me.”I roll onto my back slowly, and open my eyes squinting against the dim light in the room. The lamp is on. That’s the first thing I register. Power probably came back at some point while I was asleep. I love over to see Devon leaning against the doorframe, already dressed up in . Jacket on, shoes laced and his hair slightly damp probably from hair products.I touch the bed around me and note that I’m still under the covers. He probably woke up at some point and transported me to the bed while I slept fitfully.“A rave,” I repeat.“Yeah.”“You hate raves.” That was true, he was almost always complaining each time he came back from

Harriet~Once again the ruckus from the work all around the house wakes me up.It doesn’t wake me up gently but rather with the sound of something heavy being dropped and with zero regard for the fact that the sun has barely risen. I lie there for a second, with my eyes shut and my jaw tight.I swear I’m already annoyed and aware of my body in a way I don’t want to be.My thighs feel tense and my stomach feels strange. There’s a faint ache that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with hands and memory and the fact that I went to bed pretending something hadn’t happened when it very clearly had.Devon isn’t beside me when I feel around for him. Of course he isn’t.I get up and change out of my sleepwear and go to shower quickly. When I’m done, I pull on shorts and the first shirt I find, don’t bother with a bra, and head downstairs with my hair loose and damp, still smelling faintly like conditioner. The kitchen is already alive when I walk in.Devon’s at the counter, h

Harriet~Devon doesn’t follow me upstairs right away and that should have been my first clue.I’m in the room, half undressed and pulling on a sweater I don’t need because the house is warm and I am already too aware of my own skin, when I hear his footsteps in the hallway. They stop outside the door briefly, start and then stop again before the door swings open.Devon stands are the door with his jaw tight and his eyes dark.Sometime between when we came back and now, he has rolled up his sleeves and the bulk of his muscular arm is showing… I swallow.“Have you given Sam a response yet?” He asks and I shake my head.“Not yet, but u definitely will.”I have no idea who I’m trying to convince, myself or him.“Well Harriet, since you’ve been waiting for a good reaction from me, here’s one… I don’t think you should.”I see his response for what it is, the careful phrasing of a man who thinks restraint makes him innocent.“I’ll ask again for the… I don’t know how many tone. Why?”he si