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He lets out a soft chuckle and sets the watch back in the drawer. “Nope. Some people invest in the share market, or in property, or vintage cars. I have my watches.”
“Why the fuck aren’t they under glass, with a lock and a laser beam security system?”
“Convenience. I wear them every day so a fancy security system would be a ridiculous hassle,” he explains with a shrug. “Besides, they’re all insured.”
I shake my head as I close the drawer with the watches, still a little bemused.
I bend down and open the bottom drawer, finding a stack of neatly folded t-shirts. I select the first one from the pile, and when I unfold it, I’m shocked to see it’s another one of mine—the Kaiser Chiefs one I’d been wearing the night we first hooked up. “Have you stolenallof my t-shirts?”
Devon just shrugs, looking all innocent. “You left it here. Completely fair game.”
“Uh huh.” I tug the t-shirt over my head and exit Devon’s closet. “I’m on to you Mr. Sticky Fingers.”
“What are you doing?” Devon asks, peering up at me with sleepy eyes.
It’s Sunday morning and we once again spent the night at Devon’s. We seem to have gotten into a bit of a routine, spending most weeknights at my place and the weekends at Devon’s. It makes perfect sense; my flat is close to work for both of us, and his place has a massive TV and a fridge and pantry that is way better stocked than mine.
“Drawing you like one of my French girls,” I say with a quirk of my lips. I adjust the pillow behind my back and grip my digital sketchbook tighter to prevent it from slipping off my knee.
Devon lets out a loud chuckle, his whole face lighting up with a broad grin. “Can I see?”
I shrug and tilt my sketchpad so he can see what I’ve drawn so far, which is basically just his arse and upper thighs.
“Nice. I like how you’re really focusing in on my best feature.”
I smirk. “Well, I’d draw your head, but I don’t have a canvas big enough.”
He reaches out to shove playfully at my shoulder. “Arsehole.”
“Lie still and let me finish.”
“That’s what he said,” Devon mumbles, prompting me to let out a sputtering laugh.
He nevertheless settles back onto his stomach, his chin propped on his hands as he stares up at me with a pouty face. With his hair all messy from sleep and the flush to his cheeks I can already tell this sketch is going to be amazing.
“How come you decided to do tattoos?” Devon murmurs after a while. “Why not some other kind of art?”
A couple of months ago I would have bristled at a question like this, assuming he was looking down on my chosen profession; now I know he’s simply asking out of curiosity. “It started off as a freelancing job in uni,” I tell him. “You remember my friend Adam, from the pub in Limehouse?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, his uncle—Larry—used to own my shop. I was looking for work and he liked my art, so I started doing some casual design work for him. By the time I finished uni I’d become pretty obsessed with tattoo art, so I asked to apprentice with him.”
“How did you end up owning the business?”
“About five years ago Larry retired and went to live in Portsea. I bought the business and moved into the apartment.”
We’re quiet for a little while after that, until I finish up the sketch and turn the tablet around so I can show it to him. “Here you go.”
“Wow. You’re really talented, Wes,” he says with a soft smile.
“Well, it helps to have such a beautiful subject.” My mouth curves into a smirk as I reach over to run my hand over Devon’s backside. “And this arse…it’sspectacular.”
He starts to roll over, but I don’t let him, holding him firmly in place as I move my body closer, dropping kisses over his creamy skin.
“Wes…”
I run my lips down his lower back and over his arse. I’m just about to get to my true destination when Devon’s stomach gives a rumble that could rival a train pulling into a tube station.
