Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“Oh! I love Family Guy.”
I may have just fallen in love with her.
We watched Family Guy for the next hour and laughed our asses off. I had never met another woman who loved this politically incorrect show as much as I did. My sisters couldn’t stand it.
I looked over and her eyes were closing, so I shut off the TV.
“Why did you do that?” she groggily asked.
“You’re falling asleep.”
“No I’m not.”
“Your eyes beg to differ.”
“Mmmm…”
After lying there for a while my eyes started getting heavy.
“Devon…” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“I had the best time today. I don’t remember the last time I had as much fun, as I did today.”
I smiled. “I had a lot of fun, too.”
She was quiet again and I thought she had fallen asleep.
“Devon…”
“Hmmm…”
“Thanks for being such a nice guy.”
Before I could question what I was doing, I turned with her back still to me and pulled her close to me.
And she let me.
We slept like that all night.
It wasn’t until the morning that I realized I had forgotten to take my sleeping pills.
I slept through the entire night without a nightmare.
That hadn’t happened in years.
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I woke up alone.
“Devon?” I called out to no avail. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand and it read nine thirty. “Where did he go?” I asked aloud just as the door was opening.
“Good morning,” he announced. He was holding two bags in one hand, and a tray with two coffees in the other. He also had a bag of food under his arm.
“Morning,” I replied.
“I didn’t know how you take your coffee, but there’s cream and sugar in the bag. I hope beignets are all right for breakfast.”
“Oh… so now I get to decide what I’m eating?” I teased.
“I thought I would be a nice guy and make you feel like you had an option.” He placed the bag of food on the bed and handed me my coffee.
I opened the bag for the cream and Splenda. I took a bite of the beignet and he wiped the sugary flour off my lips with his thumb. It made my heart race. “What’s in the other bags?” I questioned, nodding toward them and trying to ignore how the simple gesture made me feel.
“A surprise.”
“Oh, God…”
“That’s how you react to surprises? I thought girls loved being surprised.”
“Not this girl. Let me see,” I said, grabbing for the bag.
“Patience isn’t one of your virtues, is it?”
“Hardly.” I pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top from one bag and white and pink Nike sneakers from the other. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What?” he asked with his hands up in the air. “They’re designer.”
I sighed, there was no point arguing with him. “Whatever.”
“Oh, come on, they’re pink and white. The whole outfit matches, I made sure to tell the saleswoman that it needed to match.”
“How did you know my sizes?”
“Your luggage.”
“Ah… you really are a detective, aren’t you?”
He smiled. “Only on Saturdays.”
I took a quick shower and so did he and we made our way down to Bourbon Street. I would never admit this to him, but part of me knew I didn’t have to. He already knew and that’s more than likely why he bought the clothes and shoes. They were extremely comfortable and my feet needed a break from walking around everywhere in my heels.
I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t dress like I had somewhere important to go or someone to impress. If Madam saw me right now… she would shit herself.
He shoved my shoulder with his. “Whatcha thinking about over there?”
“Not much.”
“I find that hard to believe. When you’re deep in thought, you bite at your cheek.”
“No I don’t.”
Do I?
“Okay, I made that up,” he sarcastically responded.
We spent the day dicking around and looking at several different historical sites. We were coming up to one of those fortuneteller places. “Let’s go inside.”
His face frowned. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Oh, come on, live a little,” I mocked his same words back at him.
He reluctantly nodded. “Lead the way.”
The door chimed when we walked inside and the place looked like it had been there for hundreds of years. There were rocks, crystals, bottles, and rows and rows of things I couldn’t even describe.
“Welcome,” a voice said from behind us, making us both turn.
“Hello,” I greeted.
“What brings you in today?”
“Oh… we’re just messing around,” I answered.
“Would you like to have your fortune read?”
“Ummm… sure, why not.”
What’s the worst that could happen?
“Follow me.”
We did, she led us to a back room that had beads hanging from the trim, as a door. There was a table with a red tablecloth and two chairs on one side and one on the other.
“Please have a seat.”
We all took our seats.
“Who’s first?”
“Me,” I said.
“Are you guys married?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Lovers?”
“Just friends,” Devon replied and it hurt my feelings to have him refer to me as his friend. It was absurd that I would feel that way, but there it was. When I looked up at the fortuneteller, she knew it. It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to me.