Chapter 12
Caydence
Devon hasn’t let me leave the bed for the last few days. He’s done everything for me. Brought me food, made sure I was taking my medicine. Everything. It’s strange having a guy who actually wants to do all that for me. I’ve never had that before.
Now we lie here, our hands intertwined as he talks on the phone for work. I hate that he hasn’t gone in because of me, but he insisted on staying here.
When he hangs up the phone, he tosses it onto the side table and rolls to face me.
“How you feeling?”
“A lot better. In fact, I think I can get out of bed today,” I tease him.
“Is that really what you want?” he asks, sliding his free hand over my stomach, causing bumps to form on my flesh.
“You haven’t let me leave this bed in days,” I remind him.
“I kind of like keeping you here,” he teases as his fingers caress my skin.
“I’m not saying that I hate it,” I respond as he smiles at me. “But we have classes and work.”
“Both of which can wait until you’re a hundred percent.”
“I’m fine, Devon. I promise.”
“Okay. If you say you’re fine,” he says reluctantly, although he never makes a move to let me up or get himself up. I like this side of Devon. The caring side. Not that he isn’t always caring, he is. He’s just tense at times, and it’s nice to see him let loose and just be in the moment.
“You’re quiet.”
“I’m just thinking is all.”
“About what?”
“The asshole who hit you. I bet he didn’t even have a scratch on him. That’s how it always goes,” he says, sounding a slight bit angry.
“I’m pretty sure it fucked his car up, though.”
“That’s true, but he should have felt the physical pain you did,” he adds. I shrug, not knowing what to say to that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
A soft knock on the door pulls both of our attention, and when I call out that it’s open, Megan walks in with a bag of food and some drinks, shaking it in the air.
“I didn’t know if you two would be getting up today, so I ordered food,” she declares, setting it on the table.
“I’m fine, but thank you, Meg,” I tell her.
“You two look cozy,” she smirks at me.
“We are. Thank you,” Devon says as he pulls my hand to his lips and presses a kiss.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Megan observes before turning and leaving the room. Devon pulls away from me and grabs the food, motioning for me to sit up.
“It’s about time for you to eat again.” He unpacks the food from the bag, passing it to me. I sit up and shift so that my back is against the headboard.
“Are you keeping tabs on my food intake?” I tease him. He glances over but doesn’t smile. Oh shit. He is. “Why are you doing that?”
“Because when you’re better, I plan on fucking you for days, and I need to know that you have the strength to handle it,” he answers casually. My mouth falls open at his words, and he takes the time to pop a fry into it. “What did you think I was doing?”
“I didn’t know. That’s why I asked,” I tell him as I chew.
“Now you know. Do you have any objections?” I shake my head, and he laughs the perfect laugh.
We sit here and eat in silence before he flips the TV on and begins flipping through channels.
“What do you even watch?” I ask, not knowing a ton about him.
“I don’t usually watch TV. I was hoping you would stop me when we landed on something you like,” he adds.
“Channel thirty-two,” I tell him. He flips to the channel, and then we sit back watching a show. I can tell that he doesn’t watch much TV. He becomes restless and starts moving around the bed.
“Uncomfortable?”
“I’m just not used to this.”
“What?”
“Sitting around doing nothing. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” he replies, fidgeting.
“We don’t have to sit here, Devon. I told you I’m fine.”
“Let’s just talk about something,” he offers.
“Like what?”
“Thanksgiving. Are you ready to meet my family?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never really met anyone’s family before,” I admit.
“They’ll love you.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you’re perfect, Caydence. How could they not?”
“I’m far from perfect, but thank you. How many people will be there?”
“My dad likes to have it all, so probably close to fifty.”
“Fifty people?” I gasp.
“Yeah, but they’re all related to us somehow. Mostly cousins and the like,” he explains.
“That’s a lot of people, Devon.”
“I know. When dad has a party, he goes all out,” he tells me.
“And you? Do you throw big parties?” He shakes his head and looks over at me.
“I prefer the small, intimate kind.” A shiver rolls through me, and he smiles because he notices it. He leans over and presses his lips to mine, and I let him. I savor every second of what he does to me.
I don’t know why I expect the worst to happen, but I do. In my experience, there’s never this much good without something bad happening. And so I wait for it.