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''Oh, don't stop on my account.''
Devin Greene rolls her eyes. She stood a few feet away from the bed; she just finished putting on both bra and panties. She had assumed that Jeffery Atkins was still asleep this whole time until she turned to find him propped on the bed. His bare chest was the only sight expose given his nude body was covered under the blankets.
''My legs hurt,'' Devin pouts.
He laughs. ''Come back to bed then.''
She threw her head back and groans. ''I can't.'' She walks over to the bed and grabbed him by the arm. ''I have to sneak you out and pick up Matthew from Caleb's.''
''Oh geez, since I have to sneak out, you should just pay me.''
''That's not what I meant and you know it,'' She giggles. ''Come on.''
''Fine,'' He caves in. He lifts himself up from the bed, his weight much easier to pull for Devin's sake now that he wasn't dropping it.
She made the mistake of glancing his down his bare body, quickly looking back up and forcing her eyes to train on his. She pursed her lips while his quirked into a smirk.
''Don't tell me you're still shy?''
She lifts a hand a hand and levitated her index finger from the pad of her thumb, leaving little space. ''Just a little.''
''Coming from the girl who stripped for me.''
He couldn't help but laugh and dash across the room when she playfully smacked him on his arm.
Devin had decided to throw on a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and her white and black Superstar Adidas as Jeff was retracting his clothes from the night before.
They turned to each other once they were done and Devin immediately clamps a hand over her mouth to keep her from laughing. ''Oh my god,'' She giggles. ''You look like you're doing the walk of shame.''
He didn't even bother to tuck in his wrinkled button up shirt in his pants. His pink tie just hung around his neck, a little wavy from all the folding from before, his hair flying in different directions since it wasn't combed. ''Let's go,'' He urged.
Shaking her head with a small grin, she opens her door slightly ajar and pokes her head out. She could smell a very faint smell of coffee brewed. She opens the door more and closes it, leaving it open by a crack behind her as she steps out of her room.
