Page 98 of Devanté
“Of course not,” I smiled. “We used to sit on the phone and fall asleep all the time, remember?” I nudged him with my elbow.
“Yeah, whenever one of us went out of town. Damn, we were inseparable, Blake.”
“We’re still inseparable.” I snuggled close to him and kissed his neck.
“Now we are. I want to keep it that way.” He held his pinky in the air and I smiled so big my cheeks hurt before locking mine with his. “Promise?”
“Yes, Devanté. I promise.”
“Good. Now, how’d your mom handle everything you told her?”
“She was clueless and it showed. She apologized but I told her we’d need therapy and lots of it.”
“Was she open to that?” His fingers slid against my scalp as he pushed them through my hair.
“She was. It was interesting. We’ll see where this all goes but I’m at peace either way.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He kissed my forehead. Silence nestled itself around us. It wasn’t awkward or in need of conversation to fill the gaps. Devanté and I were in our bubble and that’s how I liked it.
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