𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞𝟙

"Tomorrow, we are having a girl's day while the guys go and do stuff. Also, we are going to the beach tomorrow morning," Naomi said to me while we walked off the private plane. The island was beautiful, flying over.

I'm happy that Naomi is making plans for me because I wouldn't know where to start. It's really late, and all of us are tired, although excitement did keep me up the whole plane ride while the others napped. We got into a car waiting on the landing strip and were driven all the way towards the shore.

When we pulled into a gravel road, I almost fell out of my fucking seat. Nearly thirty villas lined the beach's shore on this side of the island, all with a dock going into the ocean. We passed another building that looked like an open area with a normal pool that looked grander than ever.

There was a fire pit, and seats were gathered in a circle. It didn't look like some overpriced resort. It looked homely. A home from home is what Dad described it as. Once we made it to the houses' end, he dropped off each person at separate villas.

When they stopped at the seventh one with no residents in the neighboring villa's Lucifer dragged me out and explained that our luggage is already in there. Lucifer looked very tired, making me know the cuddles were going to be good tonight.

There was a TV on the opposite side of the bed and a kitchen with marble counters and stainless steel appliances. The bed was a huge king-size and had matching pajamas with two robes on it. "Holy fuck," I whispered to myself when I touched the fluffy robe.

"Look, we can match!" I said, turning to Lucifer, who was standing in the doorway watching me like a fucking creep. He smiled, nodding his head, and went towards what looks like the bathroom. After about two minutes, he comes back and drags me to the bathroom with little complaint from me. My feet dragged with the little effort I had left.

Lucifer puts his hands under my arms and lifts me onto a cold surface, and holds a toothbrush in front of him. It had toothpaste on it, making me look at it questionably as to why it's in my face. The toothbrush smelled new, if you know what I mean. The new smell things come with.

"Open," Lucifer commanded. I was too tired to think proper thoughts making me go along with it. I leaned on Lucifer the whole time, walking out the plane and to the Villa, and my eyes could barely stay open. Like the fucking angel he is, Lucifer treated me like a baby and got us ready for bed.

The next morning I woke up to Lucifer walking around the kitchen and soft footsteps back towards the bed. My eyes followed his movements watching the way his soft curls brushed against his brows, and his blue eyes would track every movement his hands would make. The way his shirtless form gave me a look at his back and the tensing of his muscles with his actions.

Something about him makes me want never to let go. Never let go of him or the comfort he provides, and I'll make sure I never have to. I didn't notice what was in his hands until he was setting it on the nightstand. He sat down on the edge of the bed by my waist, brushing the hair off my forehead and scattered on the pillow.

"I made you breakfast," Lucifer said, looking down at me with a genuine smile. Times like these will be cherished until the end of time, not the extravagant moments of grand gestures or firsts. But the small subliminal moments where I can do nothing other than be infatuated with his every action and hang onto his every word like the finest of wine.

I didn't answer and instead sat up and kissed him on the cheek. Brushing my teeth is the priority before kissing the mess out of this handsome man. His eyes flickered to every small detail on my face before he sighed, picking the breakfast tray back up and setting it in my lap.

He was about to walk away when I grabbed onto his wrist, shoving him on the bed in front of my crisscrossed legs. Lucifer mimicked my position and watched how I cut into the pancakes. I brought up the food to my lips and thanked the gods this man knew how to cook. I could tell he cooked this from the pancake mixture smeared on his cheek, and the powder dusted on his pajama pants that matched mine.

Cutting into another piece instead of bringing the fork to me, I nudged the food to Lucifer's lips which opened with my silent command. We continued like that me eating, and then feeding him and sipping my coffee that he also made.

Neither of us said a word, just enjoying the silence that enveloped us, making the storm ease in my mind until Lucifer had to break the silence with urgent news from queen B herself. "Naomi knocked on the door an hour ago saying to get ready, and she will be back in an hour and a half," Lucifer said, looking towards his phone, checking the time.

They overestimate my abilities to get ready on a time crunch because I could have had over an hour to get ready and instead was left with less than an hour. I decided not to comment on his time management and licked the maple syrup from my lips.

"What are you going to do while I'm gone?" I asked, raising an eyebrow urging him to answer the question. Lucifer followed all of her movements, from licking my lips to the way my eyes moved, observing him.

"You have girl day. We have guy day," Lucifer said, shrugging his shoulders. "Or that's what Naomi called it. We'll probably go to the beach across the island and play football. Testosterone things," Lucifer said rather arrogantly. I hope he knows that women play football also? Maybe not the professional players people worship, but they can still play.

"What's going to happen on this girl's day of mine?" I said, hoping Naomi gossiped with her gossip buddy. Lucifer just laughed and shook his head before bopping my nose with his pointer finger and walking away with the now empty tray towards the kitchen.

"Get ready, or Naomi is going to have your head, also wear a swimsuit," Lucifer hollered over his shoulder. I groaned before pulling the covers off my lap, letting the warm sun flowing through the window to the left hit my skin. I must admit finally being able to feel the weather I was forced to live in was refreshing. I didn't realize how many windows this place had. I couldn't see in the house last night, but only a reflection of the water on the windows. I guess it's one-sided.

Before I got up, I laid on my back, letting the large amount of food I just had settle into my stomach with my eyes closed. Once I found the time to be running out, I opened my eyes only to see myself staring back. Is that a mirror?

"Lucifer, why do you have a mirror above your bed?" I yelled, only receiving a chuckle in response. Okay, I really need to get going before I stay in bed all day.