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( CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: ALL FALL DOWN ) August, 1990
❝ you made me think that I actually had a chance with you. ❞
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"Dev, quit it!" Janet giggled, swatting Devon's hands away as the young man's palms playfully rummaged along her waist and slipped down the sway of her ass. Her body laid close to his, the two lounging on the floor of the dance studio long after rehearsals ended. Devon felt like his insides were burning with indescribable joy following the night of their date, which, in Devon's opinion, went great.
Although it strayed away from his original plan, the young man found something that was much more authentic—and that was a brewing trust that was developing between him and Janet. The days after that night, Devon was half expecting to go back to their everyday life, avoiding each other and sweeping their imminent relationship under the rug.
However, the young man was delighted find out otherwise. Everyday, Devon and Janet would spend their free time with each other. And no, it wasn't just in a hotel room in the middle of the night. They spent valuable, quality time together, whether it'd be taking strolls in the park, sneaking off to get food or fooling around in the dance studio whenever Devon wanted to rehearse some more.
Rehearsehe barely did whenever Janet was around, but the young man didn't mind, since he wanted to savour every single spare moment that they shared together. And for once, Devon felt as though their relationship was starting to tiptoe out of the depths of secrecy, which gave him an enormous surge of hope. As the young man shifted across the ground, his hands played with the shape of Janet's backside, to the protests of the woman herself, who grew terribly shy all of a sudden.
"Stop it," she whined, her body arching at his touch, which was an incredibly sexy sight to be looking at. "Stop what?" Devon teased, baring a grin as he squeezed her ass cheek, which made her laugh. "Stop touching with my booty!" She said again. "What? Can't a brother appreciate a good ass when he sees one?" Devon teased, crawling on top of her, feeling Janet's hands grabbing a fistful of his thin, black shirt. "I don't have a good ass," Janet responded.
"Quit playin' girl, your ass should be put in the hall of fame," Devon joked, his lips already brushing across her bare collar bone and the sides of her face, the action causing for Janet to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
"Can I be honest with you?" Janet asked, her arm propped behind her head. "Always," Devon grinned, glancing up at her with sparkling brown eyes. The female's hands went up to caress the side of his jaw, and Devon absolutely adoredthe feeling that coursed through his veins every time Janet touched him. "This is probably the most sex I've had in my life, like ever," she said, a smile of embarrassment sweeping across her red lips.
