her star boy - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Luis
The post game adrenaline has vanished on Sunday morning, and with nothing to take my mind off of it, I finally have time to process what Devyn told me on Friday evening.
That I'd never cheated on her. That she spent years thinking I betrayed her in a way that I was certain I'd never wanted to. That I'd spent over five years carrying the guilt of something I didn't do. It was like a relief and a punch to the face at the same time.
I thought I did it. I had no reason to have any faith in myself. I was a mess when it came to expressing emotions and in all honesty, I could have treated women better. Not discarded them like they didn't have feelings too.
I never did think I'd do something like that to Devyn, but I'd also never been drunk, and what else was I supposed to think when I woke up half dressed in a girl's bedroom?
I left my past behind me years ago, but I decide that my hatred for Maddy is alive and well. There's a knock on my bedroom door, and I wonder why because I told all the guys to give me the day off. I need to sleep for at least twenty hours before I hit the gym tonight.
Noah cracks my door open. "I'm going to Serena's. You need anything, Cap?"
"Serena's?" I sit up on my elbows. "The house she shares with Devyn?"
"That's the one," Noah's lips tilt up at the corners.
"Wait for me in the car, I'll be ten minutes," I tell him, throwing back my duvet.
Twenty minutes later, we're in the parking lot of an apartment complex. I should've texted her first, asked if she'd mind me just showing up to her house. But I wasn't thinking about much other than seeing her. I follow Noah up the the fourth floor, and then we're outside number thirty-one. Serena opens the door before Noah raises his fist to knock, obviously having been waiting.
Her grins falls and she changes her expression into a raised eyebrow at me. It would be endearing, knowing Devyn has someone that rides for her like Serena does, if the heat wasn't directed at me. The woman is fucking terrifying.
I watch as she seems to decide whether she'll let me in or not, and then she rolls her eyes as she holds the door open wider.
"Dev's room is on the right," she tells me over her shoulder, leading Noah over to the couch.
I mumble a thanks, kick my shoes off, and head down the short hallway. Then I knock three times on her door.
"Yeah?" her voice is sweet on the other side.
I don't announce myself, instead pushing the door open to find her on her bed, a book in her hands with the title Babel. Surprise flashes across her features at the sight of me as I step in her room and close the door behind me.
DEV'S ROOM^
"I gotta say, Dev," I smile at her. "This isn't what I imagined your room would look like."
I smile plays at her pretty mouth. "Shove off, Pierce."
I don't, though. I walk over to her and flop down on the bed beside her, hands behind my head.
She frowns, placing her bookmark between the pages and placing it on her beside table. I look up at the ceiling instead of her short bed shorts.
"I don't like—"she starts, but I know what she's going to say.
"--outside clothes on your bed. I know." I run a hand through my hair. "I put these on like ten minutes ago. Only went in Noah's car, I promise."
She pouts, but doesn't argue further, just turns on her side to face me.
I look at her, the curls cascading around her arm that she's leaning on. She's perfect and it's unfair because I have her back in my life but not the way I want her so desperately. The way I need her. My heart thuds against my chest while her eyes roam over my face.
"You played well yesterday," she says after a moment.
I almost don't hear her, and then when she smiles I realise I'm staring at her lips.
"I told you," I say, finally bringing my eyes up to hers, "it's because you were there."
She shakes her head. "Don't say that, because then I'll think the whole team is doomed if I ever can't make it to your game."
The room is quiet, and the air is different between us from the days prior. We kissed at the stadium, but that's not the only thing weighing us down. The reason we broke up was a lie. So without that reason, I wonder where it leaves us now. It feels like a lifetime has passed, but it's still us and she still makes me feel like I'm insane with the need to have her.
"I never thought we'd end up back here," I say, low and I look into her eyes to try and figure out what is going through her mind.
"Mm. I didn't either," she murmurs, eyes on mine like she's doing the same thing. "I guess life is full of surprises."
"I missed you, Devyn." And for the first time, I get to say it without guilt. Like I finally have the right to have missed her. It's not either of our faults that we were apart.
She doesn't say anything, but I watch her throat bob, her chest rising and falling a little faster. "Of course you did," she says, but her tone doesn't have that usual bite.
The space between us narrows, and I realise it's because I'm leaning in to her. I stop short, waiting-giving her a moment to pull away. She doesn't move, her eyes on my mouth, her lips parted.
And then I'm grasping her throat and sliding my tongue into her mouth. This kiss isn't like the one we shared at the stadium. It's desperate, a collision of teeth and tongues as I push her back and climb on top of her. I kiss her deep and she moans, breathy and quiet and it drives me so insane that I'm barely holding on. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and bucks her hips up to meet mine, and then I have one hand holding myself up beside her head, the other gripping tightly on her hip to hold her in place as I press my hips down into hers.
I pull back, bringing my lips to her neck and breathing her in, shea butter and citrus, and she breathes heavy while I bite and suck at the column of her throat, and then she's pulling my shirt over my head and I reach back to help her.
I watch Devyn's eyes on my body, somehow feeling the burn of them trailing over me. Then she looks up, the heat of fire in her brown eyes as she pushes at my shoulder, gesturing for me to get off her. I do, sitting up against her headboard, and she climbs on top of me, her legs on either side of mine.
I bring my hands to her waist and watch her as she crosses her arms at the hem of her shirt, pulling her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts are spilling out of her bra and I groan before leaning forward and kissing her chest, up her throat, before taking her chin in my thumb and forefinger and finding her mouth again.
Her hands are in my hair as I kiss her again, slower this time, and I almost feel overwhelmed with emotion as she rocks her hips into mine, the friction of her through her shorts and my sweats enough to make me lose it.
I tighten my grip on her waist to stop her from moving. She pulls away from my lips, instead finding the spot just beneath my ear and grazing her teeth against it.
"What's wrong?" she murmurs into my ear and I groan again, just from her voice.
"I'm gonna make a mess if you keep doing that, Dev."
She smiles against my throat, burying her face in my neck, and for a moment we just sit there. Our bodies pressed together, touching everywhere, and I wonder if it hit her as quickly as it hit me. The feeling that was just lying dormant until I saw her again. The one that I never really got to lose. The feeling reserved just for her.
"I missed you too, Luis," she says into my skin.
And I never want to let go of her again.
The post game adrenaline has vanished on Sunday morning, and with nothing to take my mind off of it, I finally have time to process what Devyn told me on Friday evening.
That I'd never cheated on her. That she spent years thinking I betrayed her in a way that I was certain I'd never wanted to. That I'd spent over five years carrying the guilt of something I didn't do. It was like a relief and a punch to the face at the same time.
I thought I did it. I had no reason to have any faith in myself. I was a mess when it came to expressing emotions and in all honesty, I could have treated women better. Not discarded them like they didn't have feelings too.
I never did think I'd do something like that to Devyn, but I'd also never been drunk, and what else was I supposed to think when I woke up half dressed in a girl's bedroom?
I left my past behind me years ago, but I decide that my hatred for Maddy is alive and well. There's a knock on my bedroom door, and I wonder why because I told all the guys to give me the day off. I need to sleep for at least twenty hours before I hit the gym tonight.
Noah cracks my door open. "I'm going to Serena's. You need anything, Cap?"
"Serena's?" I sit up on my elbows. "The house she shares with Devyn?"
"That's the one," Noah's lips tilt up at the corners.
"Wait for me in the car, I'll be ten minutes," I tell him, throwing back my duvet.
Twenty minutes later, we're in the parking lot of an apartment complex. I should've texted her first, asked if she'd mind me just showing up to her house. But I wasn't thinking about much other than seeing her. I follow Noah up the the fourth floor, and then we're outside number thirty-one. Serena opens the door before Noah raises his fist to knock, obviously having been waiting.
Her grins falls and she changes her expression into a raised eyebrow at me. It would be endearing, knowing Devyn has someone that rides for her like Serena does, if the heat wasn't directed at me. The woman is fucking terrifying.
I watch as she seems to decide whether she'll let me in or not, and then she rolls her eyes as she holds the door open wider.
"Dev's room is on the right," she tells me over her shoulder, leading Noah over to the couch.
I mumble a thanks, kick my shoes off, and head down the short hallway. Then I knock three times on her door.
"Yeah?" her voice is sweet on the other side.
I don't announce myself, instead pushing the door open to find her on her bed, a book in her hands with the title Babel. Surprise flashes across her features at the sight of me as I step in her room and close the door behind me.
DEV'S ROOM^
"I gotta say, Dev," I smile at her. "This isn't what I imagined your room would look like."
I smile plays at her pretty mouth. "Shove off, Pierce."
I don't, though. I walk over to her and flop down on the bed beside her, hands behind my head.
She frowns, placing her bookmark between the pages and placing it on her beside table. I look up at the ceiling instead of her short bed shorts.
"I don't like—"she starts, but I know what she's going to say.
"--outside clothes on your bed. I know." I run a hand through my hair. "I put these on like ten minutes ago. Only went in Noah's car, I promise."
She pouts, but doesn't argue further, just turns on her side to face me.
I look at her, the curls cascading around her arm that she's leaning on. She's perfect and it's unfair because I have her back in my life but not the way I want her so desperately. The way I need her. My heart thuds against my chest while her eyes roam over my face.
"You played well yesterday," she says after a moment.
I almost don't hear her, and then when she smiles I realise I'm staring at her lips.
"I told you," I say, finally bringing my eyes up to hers, "it's because you were there."
She shakes her head. "Don't say that, because then I'll think the whole team is doomed if I ever can't make it to your game."
The room is quiet, and the air is different between us from the days prior. We kissed at the stadium, but that's not the only thing weighing us down. The reason we broke up was a lie. So without that reason, I wonder where it leaves us now. It feels like a lifetime has passed, but it's still us and she still makes me feel like I'm insane with the need to have her.
"I never thought we'd end up back here," I say, low and I look into her eyes to try and figure out what is going through her mind.
"Mm. I didn't either," she murmurs, eyes on mine like she's doing the same thing. "I guess life is full of surprises."
"I missed you, Devyn." And for the first time, I get to say it without guilt. Like I finally have the right to have missed her. It's not either of our faults that we were apart.
She doesn't say anything, but I watch her throat bob, her chest rising and falling a little faster. "Of course you did," she says, but her tone doesn't have that usual bite.
The space between us narrows, and I realise it's because I'm leaning in to her. I stop short, waiting-giving her a moment to pull away. She doesn't move, her eyes on my mouth, her lips parted.
And then I'm grasping her throat and sliding my tongue into her mouth. This kiss isn't like the one we shared at the stadium. It's desperate, a collision of teeth and tongues as I push her back and climb on top of her. I kiss her deep and she moans, breathy and quiet and it drives me so insane that I'm barely holding on. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and bucks her hips up to meet mine, and then I have one hand holding myself up beside her head, the other gripping tightly on her hip to hold her in place as I press my hips down into hers.
I pull back, bringing my lips to her neck and breathing her in, shea butter and citrus, and she breathes heavy while I bite and suck at the column of her throat, and then she's pulling my shirt over my head and I reach back to help her.
I watch Devyn's eyes on my body, somehow feeling the burn of them trailing over me. Then she looks up, the heat of fire in her brown eyes as she pushes at my shoulder, gesturing for me to get off her. I do, sitting up against her headboard, and she climbs on top of me, her legs on either side of mine.
I bring my hands to her waist and watch her as she crosses her arms at the hem of her shirt, pulling her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts are spilling out of her bra and I groan before leaning forward and kissing her chest, up her throat, before taking her chin in my thumb and forefinger and finding her mouth again.
Her hands are in my hair as I kiss her again, slower this time, and I almost feel overwhelmed with emotion as she rocks her hips into mine, the friction of her through her shorts and my sweats enough to make me lose it.
I tighten my grip on her waist to stop her from moving. She pulls away from my lips, instead finding the spot just beneath my ear and grazing her teeth against it.
"What's wrong?" she murmurs into my ear and I groan again, just from her voice.
"I'm gonna make a mess if you keep doing that, Dev."
She smiles against my throat, burying her face in my neck, and for a moment we just sit there. Our bodies pressed together, touching everywhere, and I wonder if it hit her as quickly as it hit me. The feeling that was just lying dormant until I saw her again. The one that I never really got to lose. The feeling reserved just for her.
"I missed you too, Luis," she says into my skin.
And I never want to let go of her again.
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