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( CHAPTER TWENTY: TWISTED LIMBS ) June, 1990
❝ man, if you pull this off, I'll be the one shining your shoes. ❞
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Something about Janet's lips made Devon feel feverish. Maybe it was the curve of her cupid's bow, or maybe it was the silky shine of her lip gloss under the light. No, no, wait—Devon knew what it was. It was the feeling. That hypnotising, tender feeling of her mouth brushing against his skin. The warmth of her breath entailing his senses like she was a rare, addictive drug that he couldn't get enough of. And if he was being completely honest, he was infatuated with her, in every possible way.
It was hard not to be, even when he tried so hard to conceal his budding adoration. But how could he not be starry-eyed whenever she looked his way? It was like she was telling him a story with her eyes. A story that had a very, very good ending. And so, Devon bent and knelt at her every need, not even worrying about the possibility of his new fascination jeopardising his focus. The young man had to admit, he was drifting off more than usual, sometimes daydreaming his way through the day. However, Devon was still incredibly eager to hit the Vancouver stage, still having an incredible drive to perform at the best of his ability.
But when he was caught up with a situation that included sweating up the sheets with Janet panting in his ear, he wasn't paying attention to anything else. Right about now, he was in that situation. Both him and Janet were pressed against the wall of a closet, her hands pushing down his head so that his face sunk in the crook of her neck. Her legs tightly clenched around his waist as he rolled his hips forward, causing for a string of loud whimpers and groans to fill the dark room.
Devon gasped in pleasure, his lids scrunched shut as their bodies scraped against the wall, Devon's hold around Janet's waist keeping her from falling. The young man's pants were tangled around his kneecaps, the spur of the moment causing for the two to sneak out of the current rehearsal they were attending in order to act upon their uncontrollable desire. At first, Devon felt terrible, a sickening amount of guilt bubbling in his stomach at the thought of wasting valuable rehearsal time for a quickie in the small studio closet.
However, his stupid thoughts were shut down the minute they stumbled into the room, knocking over every inanimate object as they lumbered in the darkness. Devon's hand snaked behind Janet's neck in order to make eye contact with her, still pumping and pushing as he tried to catch her breathless reaction to their lovemaking.
And as he watched her, he took in the way her lips parted with each gasp of bliss. He took in the way her brown eyes gleamed with a dark shine, watching him with a type of fascination that made him want to give her everything he's got. And perhaps his thoughts translated into his actions, since Janet began making more noise as soon as his thrusts deepened.
