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Twenty-Four
Wes
“So, what are you getting Devon for Christmas?” Natasha asks, scooping the foam from the top of her hot chocolate and spooning it into her mouth with relish.
We’re supposed to be Christmas shopping today, but so far all we’ve managed is a scarf for Tash’s mum. It took so long for her to decide which one to buy, by the time we left the store I was in dire need of refreshment.
I shrug, tearing a chuck off my choc chip muffin. “I have no idea. What do you get the guy who has a thousand watches?”
Her brows shoot up. “Wow. Okay.”
I stare at her, my brows drawn together in confusion. “What?”
She sets her teaspoon down and leans forward, eyeing me intently. “Well, I just figured you’d start sputtering that you guys are only shagging so why on earth would you even consider getting him a present. I mean, wouldIget a present for any of the guysIhook up with? No, of course not! So why am I even asking you?”
I just stare at her, unimpressed. “Were you attempting to channel me with that tirade? I don’t think you got the inflection right.”
Tash just rolls her eyes.
“Look, I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m not sure if ‘just shagging’ is really the right description anymore.”
“Do go on.” She picks her spoon back up and resumes her devourment of the hot chocolate foam.
“Well, we’re basically shagging exclusively. And we’re sleeping at each other’s places. And spooning. And we had brunch with his sister. And we hang out and watch TV…”
“Okay, so you’re boyfriends.”
“Whoa!” I hold my hands up to ward of that crazy notion. “We arenotboyfriends.”
“Are you going to tell Emma?” she asks curiously.
“Yeah, of course. She’s back next week for Christmas, we’ll tell her then.”
Tash shrugs. “Sounds like you’re boyfriends to me.”
“Clearly you have no idea what a boyfriend is if you think that’s what we are.” I tear off another chunk of muffin and stuff it into my mouth.
“So, do I get to sit behind you while you mould your clay?” I ask eagerly as Devon guides us into a quiet laneway where I can only presume his sister-in-law’s pottery studio is located.
Devon lets out a soft chuckle. “Um, no. I’m pretty sure we’ll have separate seats. And we can’t have sex while The Righteous Brothers play in the background, either. There’ll be other people there.”
I groan. “Then what’s the point of even coming here?”
Devon shrugs. “We’re doing a favour for Millie. She needs students. And we need Kira to keep her mouth shut about us for a little while,” he reminds me. “Besides, it’ll be fun. Don’t you want to make a mug?”
“Not really. I have mugs at home. They came ready-made.”
Devon just rolls his eyes. Grabbing my hand, he tugs me inside the studio. “I know it’ll be hard, but maybe you could trynotbeing an arsehole for five minutes.”
I squeeze his hand and offer a teasing smile. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
“Hey, Dev!” A stunning woman with a tall, curvy frame, flawless brown skin, and a mass of tight, springy dark curls falling all over her head rushes towards us, flashing a bright smile at Devon. She wraps him in a tight hug, prompting him to release my hand so he can hug her back.
“You must be Wes,” she says as she breaks the hug and turns to me.
My face splits into a broad grin. “You must be Millie.” I cast a sideways glance at Devon, offering an amused smirk. “Looks like both the Montgomery siblings are batting above their average.”
Devon gives a wry shake of his head. “Wow. A whole thirty seconds. I think that’s a new record.”
