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me, obliterating any ability to think. I was barely even aware
of Devon’s body tensing against mine, of the feeling of his cock twitching
inside of me before I felt the feeling of his orgasm as he shuddered, thrusting
into me a few more hard, fast times.
    Devon sank onto the bed next to me, wrapping his arms
around me tightly, nuzzling into my neck as the music continued to play; I had
barely even noticed that the playlist had shifted from one album to another
while we’d been having sex, but as I came out of the haze of pleasure that
overtook me, I found myself humming along to the lyrics.
    In spite of how good a time I had had that night, I
couldn’t put Kelly out of my mind. As I lie in Devon’s arms, it was on the tip
of my tongue to mention the confrontation I’d had with my friend and roommate;
but I couldn’t make myself do it. I had no idea if Devon’s story had been
real—I wanted to believe that it was, but I had known Kelly for so long that I
thought that I owed it to her to give her the benefit of the doubt. I started
to fall asleep, exhausted, still wondering if there was any way I could get to
the bottom of the situation. It seemed completely impossible.

 
    Chapter
Five
    The next morning, I woke up still feeling
unsettled—but at least I was happy. I was still tender from the sex the night
before, but I was more satisfied than I could remember being at any other time
in my life. I smiled to myself; I knew I should leave—I had class to get to. But for just a moment, I
lingered in Devon’s bed. If I went back to the dorm, I’d have to deal with
Kelly; if I stayed right where I was, I could at least pretend to not care
about her, to not even remember what she had said and why I should be worried
about it.
    But after the moment was over, I knew that I had to do
the same thing I had both the previous times I’d slept with Devon. As much as I
didn’t want to make a habit of abandoning him while he was still asleep, I
needed to get dressed, eat something, and get to class. I started to slip out
of Devon’s bed, looking around for my clothes; I grinned to myself at how
far-flung they had ended up around the room.
    Just as I was about to get out of the bed, I felt
Devon’s hand close around my arm.   “Hey,”
Devon said sleepily. “Where are you going, Jenny?” I giggled, turning to face him.
    “I have to go to class,” I said.
    “Not right this second, right?” Devon asked me,
raising an eyebrow. “You can at least spend a little time with me before you
have to run off.” I thought about it, looking at Devon’s alarm clock. I had
maybe about an hour and a half before my class started.
    “I can stay for a while,” I said, slipping back into
bed with Devon. Devon pulled me close to him, kissing me. We cuddled together
for a long moment, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies.
    “I’m glad I caught you,” Devon murmured, kissing me on
the lips. “I was afraid I was going to wake up again and you’d be gone.”
    “I’m glad too,” I said, wrapping my arms around his
shoulders and pressing my body against his. I nuzzled against Devon’s neck,
breathing in the smell of his cologne, savoring the closeness.
    “So what do you want for breakfast?” Devon asked me,
kissing me on the lips again. I laughed, rolling my eyes and pulling back from
him.
    “I can’t have breakfast here,” I said, slipping free
of his arms. “I have to get ready and go to class.”
    “Come on,” Devon said, pulling me back in close to
him. “Give me another kiss, and then run back to your dorm, get ready for
class, and come back here. I’ll make you the best breakfast you’ve had in
months.” I chuckled and slid out of Devon’s bed, shaking my head. I knew he’d
keep insisting—and I knew even more than I really did want to have breakfast
with him.
    “Okay, okay,” I said, getting dressed quickly in my
clothes from the night before. I leaned over the bed and kissed Devon briefly
on the