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I shake my head. “What’s happened to you, Devon Montgomery? Sneaking around behind the teacher’s back? Instigating clay fights?Stealing t-shirts?Where is this wild behaviour coming from?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “It must be certain n’er do wells I’ve been consorting with lately. Clearly, they’re a bad influence.”
“They sound like fun,” I tease, tapping his knee with my own.
“Sometimes,” he allows, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Most of the time they’re a fucking nightmare.”
“Oh, god.Seriously?”Millie groans. She’s obviously finally clocked that Devon has relocated from his time-out.
“What?” I ask with a shrug. “You told me to behave. I’m behaving. He’s the one who couldn’t stay away.”
Devon narrows his eyes at me. “You’re such a snitch,” he hisses.
Millie just shakes her head in utter bewilderment. “God, you two are…I don’t even know.” She finishes with a loud huff, as though the mere thought of trying to work us out is exhausting.
“You don’t happen to have “Unchained Melody” on a playlist somewhere, do you?” I ask.
Millie rolls her eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”
When the class ends, it seems as though the other couple can’t get out of there fast enough. Devon and I, meanwhile, stay back so we can clean ourselves up a little in the studio’s bathroom.
“Uh…what are you doing?” I ask as Devon starts taking off his jumper. “Not that I’m complaining, but I’m pretty sure your sister-in-law would have a heart attack.”
Devon lets out a soft chuckle. “Believe it or not, I’m not propositioning you right now.”
I offer a wry smirk. “Well, that’d be a first.”
“I need to get some of this shit out of my hair,” he explains, nodding to the basin in front of us.
“What, you don’t like the new look?” I tease. “It’s very Terracotta Army chic.”
He rolls his eyes. “Just help me get this out.”
I sigh. “Fine. But you should know I had much better plans for this clean up. Plans that involved hot water and your naked body all covered in suds and a blow job…”
“Who was giving who the blow job?” he asks, clearly curious.
“I guess we’ll never know now, will we?” I taunt before guiding his head down to run the cold water from the basin over his clay-matted hair.
“You’re such a bastard,” he grumbles.
“Please tell me you guys didn’t have sex in my bathroom,” Millie groans when I finally emerge from rinsing as much of the clay from Devon’s hair as I could manage. You’d think he’d be grateful after that, but no, all he did was glare at me and tell me to get out while he tried to dry it under the hand-dryer.
I let out a soft chuckle. “The idea definitely crossed my mind, but no—we were getting some of the clay out of Devon’s hair.”
She looses a breath of laughter, shaking her head. “Seriously, the two of you…I didn’t really understand it when Kira tried to explain it to me, but I get it now.”
My forehead creases in confusion. “You get what?”
She offers a soft smile. “How perfect you guys are for each other.”
My brows shoot up to my hairline. “Um…I think the word you’re looking for is ‘dysfunctional’.”
Millie just shakes her head. “Nope. Don’t get me wrong, you guys definitely have a very…uniqueway of expressing your affection for each other, but it’s obvious you have a pretty strong connection. And it’s obvious that you make Devon happy. Happier than I’ve seen him with anyone else.”
“He calls me a prick every opportunity he gets,” I point out sceptically.
“Well, youarea prick, Wes,” Millie says matter-of-factly, as though she’s known me for far longer than a couple of hours. “But trust me on this. I’ve known Dev alongtime and I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.”
