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Devyn's patience ended and she grabbed Karly ' s arm. "Who did you get it from?"
"I'm sorry. I –" Karly's eyes rolled back and her legs crumpled, but once again, Troy was there to save her. Scooping her up in his arms without a word, he lifted her and stepped out of the tub and brushed past Devyn.
Following, and fighting down resentment that Troy had just rescued Karly for the second time, Devyn helped him get Karly on the bed and covered. It all seemed to take an eternity, and Devyn couldn't tear her eyes from Troy for even a millisecond. His smooth skin rippled with the play of underlying muscles, making water droplets glisten and reflect bits of light. For such a devout Christian, he seemed entirely at home in his skin.
As if he'd read her mind, Troy stepped back from the bed to rummage in a small closet, and come up with a fringed blanket in a dark color. He slung the blanket around his waist, right over the towel, which suddenly left little to the imagination as the damp fabric clung strategically . Had he been aroused in the least bit by Karly’s sexual rampage ? That bitch. A pang of jealousy hit her stomach.
Even still, Devyn's insides flip-flopped as his unsteady hands t ied the corners of the blanket . She swallowed hard, almost wishing he hadn't gone to the trouble .
He was perfectly aware of her attention, if the flush of dark color over his high cheekbones was any indication. Nevertheless, he met her gaze steadily. "I'm sorry, Devyn. I didn't ask her to do that."
She sure wished her heart would quit flipp ing every time he hit her with those intense eyes. "I know, Troy. It's just part of Karly. She's my best friend, the only person on earth I can count on to have my back, but sometimes… " Devyn lowered her gaze, " …sometimes she isn't friend material." Thinking for a moment, she came to a realization and nodded a little. "Actually, most of the time." Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back furiously. It wasn't as if it were some new revelation or something.
Troy came closer and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "No one is a hundred percent good. We have to take the bad, too, in order to enjoy the good parts of them. C ome on, let me make you breakfast." Sliding his hand down her arm he left a trail of zinging sparks as he took her hand and tugged her after him.
In the kitchen, he asked her to wait a moment, and disappeared into another room. When he returned three minutes later, dark blue pajama pants, of some thin, incredibly soft looking fabric clung low to his narrow hips. A snug wife-beater tank formed the perfect show-case for the rippling muscles and raw angles of his torso. God. And he seemed totally oblivious to the carnal image of perfect masculinity he presented. Very unlike his normal neatly pressed jeans and polo shirts. Devyn could easily get used to looking at him.
Hmph . Who was she kidding? She already loved looking at him, and having her heart skip a beat before pounding her ribs.
He paused in the midst of setting ingredients on the counter, and turned to face her with a mouthwatering grin . "I hope you like pancakes and bacon?"
Transfixed by the way the faint stubble of beard emphasized the angle of his jaw, Devyn couldn't reply for an instant. Finally, she managed. "Uh, yeah. Of course. Doesn't everyone?"
The satisfied smile that crossed his face just before he turned away of course made her stomach do another of those funny little flip s . Good grief! She was behaving like a thirteen year old with a crush! She vaguely remembered those, but the real life nature of relationships and sex made itself known to her and took care of those childish fantasies.
And of all the stupid times to develop a crush! Karly's pimp/boyfriend threatening them, losing their home, an angel making them part of a war with Satan, and Karly back riding the needle. Not the best time to go all juvenile.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, during which Troy efficiently combined
Devyn's patience ended and she grabbed Karly ' s arm. "Who did you get it from?"
"I'm sorry. I –" Karly's eyes rolled back and her legs crumpled, but once again, Troy was there to save her. Scooping her up in his arms without a word, he lifted her and stepped out of the tub and brushed past Devyn.
Following, and fighting down resentment that Troy had just rescued Karly for the second time, Devyn helped him get Karly on the bed and covered. It all seemed to take an eternity, and Devyn couldn't tear her eyes from Troy for even a millisecond. His smooth skin rippled with the play of underlying muscles, making water droplets glisten and reflect bits of light. For such a devout Christian, he seemed entirely at home in his skin.
As if he'd read her mind, Troy stepped back from the bed to rummage in a small closet, and come up with a fringed blanket in a dark color. He slung the blanket around his waist, right over the towel, which suddenly left little to the imagination as the damp fabric clung strategically . Had he been aroused in the least bit by Karly’s sexual rampage ? That bitch. A pang of jealousy hit her stomach.
Even still, Devyn's insides flip-flopped as his unsteady hands t ied the corners of the blanket . She swallowed hard, almost wishing he hadn't gone to the trouble .
He was perfectly aware of her attention, if the flush of dark color over his high cheekbones was any indication. Nevertheless, he met her gaze steadily. "I'm sorry, Devyn. I didn't ask her to do that."
She sure wished her heart would quit flipp ing every time he hit her with those intense eyes. "I know, Troy. It's just part of Karly. She's my best friend, the only person on earth I can count on to have my back, but sometimes… " Devyn lowered her gaze, " …sometimes she isn't friend material." Thinking for a moment, she came to a realization and nodded a little. "Actually, most of the time." Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back furiously. It wasn't as if it were some new revelation or something.
Troy came closer and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "No one is a hundred percent good. We have to take the bad, too, in order to enjoy the good parts of them. C ome on, let me make you breakfast." Sliding his hand down her arm he left a trail of zinging sparks as he took her hand and tugged her after him.
In the kitchen, he asked her to wait a moment, and disappeared into another room. When he returned three minutes later, dark blue pajama pants, of some thin, incredibly soft looking fabric clung low to his narrow hips. A snug wife-beater tank formed the perfect show-case for the rippling muscles and raw angles of his torso. God. And he seemed totally oblivious to the carnal image of perfect masculinity he presented. Very unlike his normal neatly pressed jeans and polo shirts. Devyn could easily get used to looking at him.
Hmph . Who was she kidding? She already loved looking at him, and having her heart skip a beat before pounding her ribs.
He paused in the midst of setting ingredients on the counter, and turned to face her with a mouthwatering grin . "I hope you like pancakes and bacon?"
Transfixed by the way the faint stubble of beard emphasized the angle of his jaw, Devyn couldn't reply for an instant. Finally, she managed. "Uh, yeah. Of course. Doesn't everyone?"
The satisfied smile that crossed his face just before he turned away of course made her stomach do another of those funny little flip s . Good grief! She was behaving like a thirteen year old with a crush! She vaguely remembered those, but the real life nature of relationships and sex made itself known to her and took care of those childish fantasies.
And of all the stupid times to develop a crush! Karly's pimp/boyfriend threatening them, losing their home, an angel making them part of a war with Satan, and Karly back riding the needle. Not the best time to go all juvenile.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, during which Troy efficiently combined
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