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Paxton didn’t believe it. Well. He didn’t want to believe it.

Devi slept with Ben?

He tucked his chin so he could get a whiff of his armpit. Did he smell? Every time he and Devi got near anything beyond some over the clothes grinding, Devi got weird.

Which was FINE. Totally fine. He’d rather not go into her uncharted ground if she was gonna be weird or feel bad or uncomfortable with it. It was endearing, sort of. The way she got all tense and started saying the least sexy things that she thought were supposed to be hot.

Like that first time she came over and said she didn’t want to pee while fucking. Sure, that was a fear he’d had for a while but Trent told him some people were into that and then Becca explained that actually that’s physically impossible so endearing, ya know? Devi said shit that everyone was thinking but was too scared to say. But not the mean stuff. She was different and out of the blue and it was chill. It kept him on his toes.

But she did the nasty with Ben? Ben Gross? Paxton knew the two of them had this weird will they or won’t they, they had an obsessive competition bit, and he could even admit that when Devi had cheated on him, it was not just a blow to his ego because she cheated, but because it was with that nerd. Had Ben and Paxton sometimes been cool and without discussion came to a sort of an awkward friend sitch? Yeah. But hearing that Devi fucked that guy flipped a switch that was putting a lot of aggressive energy on Ben.

Man, fuck that little shrimp!

What the hell?

AND ANOTHER THING.

If he and Ben had cobbled together a loose, friendly truce, what was Ben doing having sex with Devi? Didn’t he know that Paxton had clearly stated in his grad speech that Devi was the most important thing in his life?

Had he said that? He basically did. So what the fuck, Ben????

Someone bumped into Paxton and he instinctively shoved back, knocking the guy over, he tumbled over the back of the couch and landed in the middle of two girls who screamed.

“What the hell, Paxton?” Trent shouted, but it was muffled by his own hair in his face and his inability to untangle himself from the girls.

Paxton winced and reached over the back of the couch to drag Trent up and out of the rando girls’ laps.

“I thought you were someone else,” he offered in a half apology.

“Who? The force of that was violent on a level you usually reserve for dudes who say shit about your sister or men’s rights activists.” Trent brushed himself off and put a hand on Paxton’s shoulder. “Are you cool?”

He was absolutely not cool.

“Is this about that thing you overheard Eleanor talking about?”

He clenched his teeth and managed to answer through them. “No.”

“You just crushed the can of alcoholic Sunny D in your hand, bro.”

Paxton looked at the can in his hand and yes, it was crushed in his fist.

“Hat tip to the exec who thought up alcoholic Sunny D,” Trent said, shifting gears. “They really know their audience. I hope next we get Capri Suns that are like 24 ounces and have rum in them. Imagine Pacific Cooler with rum? Sometimes capitalism is good, I guess.”

Paxton tilted his head in agreement, momentarily forgetting about Ben Gross and Devi screwing in Devi’s bed.

Oh god. Did they have sex in her bed? With her mom in the house? Her mom could have caught them and then Devi would be grounded for life.

He’d been in that bed! That should have been him!

“Yeah, it shoulda been you!” Trent agreed.

Wait, had he said that last bit out loud? Jesus. He was not handling this well.

“She’s coming tonight,” Trent said. “El is driving them. They were running late because Eleanor had a Target drive up order that has some new shampoo she wants me to try. And some condoms. Literally the best way to stock up is Target drive up ordering because they get it for you and bring it right to the car.”

“I don’t care what Devi does or who she does it with,” he said reflexively but he was already veering into x rated territory in his head. He was gonna have sex with Devi. Well. He was supposed to. Originally. A lot of stuff had happened between the night she introduced herself to him and they shook hands on having sex.

But she had sex with Ben fucking Gross?

“Whoa, buddy,” Trent said. Had Paxton spoken out loud again without knowing? Trent put his hands on his chest. “Your heart is beating too fast and it kinda seems like you’re spiraling about this. I assume because you wanted to sleep with Devi and didn’t get to? But c’mon, girls aren’t things to be conquered. They’re people.”

Paxton took a step back so Trent was no longer touching him but he took a deep breath too. He should calm down. Devi was her own person who made her own stupid ass choices and he wasn’t responsible for them. He never was but he was not even in her circle of romantic interests right now. He’d done his best to give her his bedroom eyes at graduation. Not because he knew about all this. But because she was important to him. And maybe they could try one more time at being together.

“I’ve never been hung up on anybody like Devi. God, it’s embarrassing.” he said to Trent before heading for the back door. The house party was too stuffy and he needed to get out. He could hear Trent behind him and thought about telling him to fuck off but he was actually sort of helping Paxton through this weird thing happening so he didn’t.

“She’s so weird, I get that it’s embarrassing but-”

“Nah, it’s not embarrassing because she’s like…nerdy Devi. I like her better when she’s not trying to be something she’s not. She’s funny and sexy and god, so sexy.”

“How many of those spiked Sunny D’s have you already consumed, my guy?” Trent asked, guiding him to sit down on a bench in the backyard. “You’re all over the place.”

“I thought I had a chance, still,” Paxton couldn’t bring his voice to more than a whisper. Like admitting the fact meant losing the chance.

“You still do!” Trent said cheerfully. “You didn’t even hear the part where she said she wasn’t satisfied by that little dick loser!”

A glimmer of hope broke through the fog in his brain. And also, his own dick might have responded. But to Devi being a possibility. Not to the comment about Ben’s dick size. Which was none of his business. Not that there was anything wrong with small dicks. Or guys liking small dicks. Some guys did and that was very cool of them! Wait. Where was he going with that? Oh. Devi’s long legs in the bikini she shoplifted from Target and then cried for four hours about how she wasn’t actually a bad ass but a criminal. He remembered talking her down precisely because she looked smokin’ in it. When they dated she was always saying stupid shit like her boobs were too small. Ridiculous. Her boobs were Paxton’s hands size and that was perfect. He definitely recalled cupping her right one while she was wearing that suit. While they were making out on her bed. His garage was no place to sleep with her. That was for all the other girls. No, he should sleep with Devi in her bed. So she’d always remember that. And him. Because he could believe he still had a shot but he was going away to school in the fall and Devi would have to be a summer thing. Not because he didn’t want to spend forever with her, but because she deserved to have a fun, untethered senior year. Maybe he should marry Devi?

Wait, what?

No.

Okay.

Maybe he had had too many spiked Sunny Ds.

“He probably didn’t even know where to stick it, or that he should avoid knocking her up by saying the spell four times before he went in.”

“What?” Paxton’s brow furrowed.

“You gotta say the spell four times, ya know, like in your head you gotta say ‘mecha leca high, mecha hiney ho.’” Trent was dead serious.

“Who…” he trailed off. “Okay but you’re wearing condoms too, right?” Better to verify Trent was safe rather than dig into whatever he was talking about.

“Yeah.” Trent nodded profusely. “You gotta do both or you’ll be in daddy territory and not in the way the girls and gays are referring to Pedro Pascal, if you know what I mean.”

Paxton actually did know what he meant.

Trent’s phone buzzed and Paxton saw the text preview from Eleanor. The girls were here.

Devi was here.

“Real quick before I humiliate myself in front of Devi-”

“It’s happened twice, which is weird, right?” Trent cut in with his Dr. Doofenshmirtz impression.

Paxton reached for Trent’s chin to force him to look into his eyes.

“She was not happy with Gross doing the deflowering, yeah? She wasn’t fulfilled so I probably have a chance to fix this little mistake she made?”

Trent laughed and when Paxton rolled his eyes Trent coughed to cover the laugh. He took Paxton’s wrists and pulled them away from his face. “Go put your hands on Devi’s chin, not mine. And then down her pants. And up her shirt. And various other areas.”

“Don’t talk about Devi’s various other areas, Trent,” he said, feeling sick at the idea of anyone thinking of or talking about the various areas. It should be only him. Which felt like a weird thing to feel but he was past trying to hash all this out internally. He needed to hash it out with Devi.

Yeah. With Devi.

But as soon as he got into the house, Devi was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t in the living room, the family room, the dining room, the kitchen, or the downstairs half bath of Marcus’ house. He started up the stairs before people started shouting about a girl talking to a dog outside. That stopped him in his tracks. She could not get mauled by an animal again. Her mom would kill him.

Paxton ran for the back door, pushing people out of the way as he went, his heart was beating even faster now. Who even let Devi be unsupervised at parties? Where were Fabiola and Eleanor and why weren’t they watching Devi? What was their pregame like if she was already drunk enough to be communing with nature?

People were laughing. A guy from Paxton’s second period was doubled over, out of breath laughing so hard he kept saying, “I’m gonna piss my pants!”

If they were laughing at Devi, Paxton was ready to square up. That was fucked up.

But she wasn’t anywhere in the backyard either. He turned, scanning the yard so quickly, he got a little dizzy. In front of the crowd of guffawing idiots, was Zoe doing a reenactment of Devi’s animal attack from years before. But her rendition needed a lot of work. Eleanor should take up coaching other aspiring actors because Zoe was not good. His shoulders slumped and he scrubbed his face, letting the adrenaline dissipate. Devi was not in danger. Probably. She was clumsy enough she was sort of always in danger but there were no wild animals involved this time.

When he went back in the house, he saw Devi almost immediately on the couch. Her head was leaning against the arm of the couch and she looked bored. He picked up a can of the alcoholic Sunny D and headed over to her.

“Is this seat taken?”

Devi sat up and smiled at him. Not one of her big ones. More like a polite smile. She was humoring him. She took the drink and popped the tab while he sat down next to her. Her fingers brushed his on the side of the can and he tried to linger. He wanted to linger. He hadn’t held her hand in months and all of a sudden, there was nothing he wanted more. There were people on the other side of the couch so there was no way he could sit down and not be touching her. Paxton tried to lean away so it he didn’t seem so close but someone turned up the music just as he did. Just as she started to say something. And he couldn’t hear her. So he leaned in closer, while she also did the same and his nose bumped into her cheek.

She smelled good. Like Devi always smelled. Cocoa butter and original recipe Tide.

“Did you just smell me?” Devi pulled back and smiled again. This time warmer. She bit her lip before looking down. God, her eyelashes looked great. And her eyelids too? That was a thing right? Devi had hot eyelids. He realized he was just staring with a goofy grin on his face.

“What?” he asked. “No. Yes. I’m…”

“How many drinks have you had, pal?” she asked,

“Wish people would stop asking me that,” he said, annoyed. Devi’s smile fell and he regretted saying anything. Was he about to make a mistake? How had she walked up to him all those years ago and propositioned him? He couldn't even get near her without smelling her and looking like an asshole. “Did you fuck Ben Gross?”

He shouldn’t have said it. Immediately he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Devi stiffened and her eyes narrowed.

“That’s none of your business.” It was sharp. The words cut him. He gulped.

“It isn’t. You’re right. I’m sorry.” He put his hands up in surrender and Devi stared at him for what felt like forever but was more likely about eight seconds.

“Are people talking about me being slutty again? Is that how you heard?” Her voice quivered just a little and Paxton wanted to hug her. Instead he shook his head.

“I…I just…” he stopped, trying to think of the right thing to say. “I overheard Trent and Eleanor. It’s none of my business, you’re right. Nobody else knows. No one is talking shit. Except me. I guess. I’m pretty pissed at Ben Gross. But I have no right. I know that.”

Paxton could see her biting the inside of her cheek.

“Are you fucking with me?”

He shook his head.

“Why are you mad at Ben?” she asked, tilting her head as if she could puzzle out the mess of feelings in his head. Paxton wished he could figure it out so if she had some insights that’d be sick.

“I have no right and-”

She put a finger on his mouth to stop him. “No, pretend you have a right, or whatever, I’m asking, please tell me, why. Why are you mad at Ben? Are you mad at me?”

He shook his head again and looked down. Cautiously, he reached for her wrist and pulled her hand down from his face. He tried for a second to hold her hand but the angles were wrong so he settled for guiding her hand to his knee, letting his hand rest on top of hers. Devi didn’t pull away and when he looked back at her, she was fixated on their hands on his knee. Good. He needed a minute to think so he wouldn’t say the wrong thing.

“Do you know why I said we could have no strings attached sex? Last year? In September when you introduced yourself to me and shook my hand?”

Devi shrugged. “Boys only want sex and video games?”

“I have other interests, Devi. And I’m not just like sleeping with every hot girl I see.”

“That's the reputation you have.”

Paxton bristled. “Do I? I know everyone thinks I’m hot but you’re telling me people think I’m a slut?”

“Boys aren’t sluts. We talked about this.” And they had talked about it. And Becca had talked to him about it. And his mom had even pointed out the sexism that girls faced when it came to sex.

“Right,” he said. “But you think I agreed to sleep with a girl I didn’t know just because I’m a horn dog?”

“Yeah,” Devi answered, her nod solid.

“That’s not why.”

“So why?” Devi asked.

He didn’t get a chance to answer. Blue and red lights filled the living room and Paxton jumped up, dragging Devi with him, and started to run for the back door.

By the time they made it to the Jeep, he was out of breath.

“Why do you always park so far away from parties?” Devi managed to get out between heaving breaths.

“So the cops are busy down there at the party and I have a clear exit!”

“There has to be a better system for this. Like, I don’t know,” Devi bent over and huffed. “Somebody being a lookout? An Amber Alert-like system that warns us when cops are coming? I was not meant to run. Ever. Paxton. I’m a nerd.”

He couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. “You’re. So. Fucking. Slow,” he got out between laughs.

“We’re not all natural athletes!” She actually stomped her foot. Like a bratty little kid. He loved her.

“I love you.” He was still laughing.

“What?”

Devi wasn’t laughing. Or stomping her foot.

“Fuck it,” he said to himself before leaning in and kissing her. His finger traced her jaw and made its way to her hair. It was soft. She was soft. And she smelled so fucking good.

Her tongue moved against his and she sighed into him. He could stand there forever. But then she pulled away. Too quickly. His lips were not ready to detach and he didn’t like the jolt of reality.

“What? I’m sorry? Was I not supposed to-”

“Why are you mad at Ben Gross but not mad at me? Why do you care if I had sex with Ben Gross?” She wasn’t mad, just serious, like she was getting to the bottom of a mystery.

“I just said I loved you,” he said like that explained everything.

“And that means you what? Hate the guy you were chatting amiably with after graduation? All of a sudden he’s public enemy number one?”

He wanted to be kissing her again. He tugged on the corners of her jacket, where the zipper teeth were. She didn’t pull back. She took the step forward. But she wasn’t going to let him out of the question.

“It should have been me.” He almost couldn’t look at her. But he chanced a look. She wasn’t judging him. At least, she didn’t look like she was. “You weren’t ready when we were dating and that was so fine. Totally fine. Beyond fine. I would never want you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“But?” Her lips were parted and it would be easier to just kiss her again instead of answering. He felt confident that if he kissed her enough, and he did that thing with his tongue and her neck, she’d just let it go and he could spend the rest of the summer avoiding the question.

Except he wanted to tell her. He could have told her this story a hundred times when they were dating but the right moment never presented itself so the moment was now.

He scrunched up his face and let it rip, like saying it faster would make it go away.

“It was supposed to be me.”

“I think it’s my choice who it was,” she said.

“I know. I get that. But him?” Paxton hated that he sounded like a whiny toddler. “I agreed to sleep with Devi Vishwakumar, a sophomore I’d just met because plenty of dudes aren’t respectful when they fuck. Sex can actually be terrible for girls and my first time was a disaster and I didn’t want someone else to feel like that.”

Devi looked at him, her eyes softened and she put a hand on his cheek.

“It wasn’t a disaster. Sleeping with Ben.”

“I really don’t want details,” he said, shaking his head. Devi smiled. A little one, starting on her right side and spreading wider and wider.

“It was pretty bad,” she admitted, looking away. Her face flushed and she looked so beautiful. How could Ben do anything but bow down and worship her?

“Would you like it to be good?” he asked, hoping it came out smooth.

She didn’t look up at him but he heard her laugh. Just a little. Almost a giggle.

“It’s possible I am a little slutty,” she said, looking up at him.

“Me too!” Paxton leaned down, pressing his nose just under her ear and kissing a spot there.

–

It was a monumental task to keep his eyes on the road as they drove to her house. She held his hand on her thigh and rubbed her thumb back and forth across his knuckles. He would look over at her and she’d turn his head back to the road. But he could swear he saw her thighs rub together.

If they had to sneak into her room, he was ready, but they didn’t have to. A blessing because he wasn’t sure how well he could climb the rain gutters with the boner that was quickly becoming uncomfortable.

“My mom and Pati went to see the new Fast movie,” Devi explained unlocking her front door. But they’ll be home soon, that’s why I had you park down the street.”

He stood directly behind her, not pressing himself into her too much, but enough that she might pick up the pace unlocking the door. He pushed her hair off her neck and kissed a trail across.

She inhaled deeply and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing against her just a little. She put a hand on the door frame to brace herself and inhaled again.

“Jesus Christ, you are good at that.”

“I do my best work when I’m with you,” he said, feeling sort of sheepish admitting it. But it was true. Since he’d kissed her in his car that night she fell in the pool, he couldn’t help but compare every other girl to her.

Devi got the door open and they practically fell through it. Devi stepped out of her shoes and Paxton toed his off too before Devi turned around, and bent over.

“I think we should wait until we get to your room before you-” He stopped because oh, she wasn’t leaning down to free his dick, she was just picking up his shoes.

“It’s like you’re too horny to be sneaky,” she said, kissing his nose and then going up the stairs two at a time. He followed quickly, so they could get into her room and shut the door and get this show on the road. Maybe he was too horny to think straight but he was not the only one. She tripped on the top stair and he caught her, the way she fell forward and the way he had his hands on her hips behind, he ended up getting his nose bashed pretty solidly by her butt. It wasn’t sexy but it was funny and it didn’t matter. Devi recovered quickly enough to kiss him so he forgot what just happened.

She kissed along his jaw and then his lips. She tried gently biting his lip and he groaned.

“Why didn’t you ever try that before?”

“I dunno,” she answered, standing back from him and tossing his shoes on the other side of her dresser. “Never was brave enough.”

“Please continue to be brave,” he said, reaching for her but she took another step back and out of his reach.

“Wait,” she said, holding up a finger. She grabbed at the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth move. She shimmied out of her pants and Paxton gulped seeing her in her bra and panties. “Can you…listen don’t ask or make fun of me but can you like…whip your shirt off really fast?”

His hands reached for the hem of his shirt before she even finished asking and by the time he pulled it over his head, he was kissing her again. He palmed her breast over her pale blue bra. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder, sending a zap of electricity down his back.

Devi reached behind her to find the bed and Paxton was happy to lift her up to position her on her bed. He kissed her chin and her neck. Her collar bone on each side and then her shoulder before he stood up again. He focused his attention on his jeans, trying to get out of them as fast as possible. When he looked back down, Devi was shy.

“Do you want to stop? Is it getting weird? We can stop.”

“Do not stop, we’re not stopping,” she said, her jaw set now. He hesitated but when he moved to lie down next to her, she rolled on top of him. Her excitement clear in the way her knees held his hips. She bit her lip and pressed down against his crotch. He closed his eyes and inhaled, moving his hands up her thighs.

“We’re not doing that yet.” And he was proud of how steady his voice sounded. He slipped two fingers on each hand under the sides of her panties and could feel the heat radiating.

Devi’s breath hitched and it was better than winning a swim race. He moved his fingers forward, sliding along the edges of her underwear slowly. She ground down again, looking for friction. Paxton sucked in, creating space between her and him. Using the two fingers on his left hand, he moved her panties and his fingers brushed the coarse hair right where he wanted to be.

But it was Devi who ground into him again, down on his fingers this time, and then whined. “Can you just…” she trailed off like she didn’t know what she was even asking for. But he knew.

Sit ups were more fun when doing them like this, he sat up, his core burning but the movement helped slip his fingers inside of her. Devi gasped, short and sweet.

“I think…” He waited for her to finish but after four seconds, he kissed her instead, using the excuse to adjust his hand so it was more comfortable for him to cup her sex, letting her control the depth of his fingers and thankfully taking the pressure off his boner.

She was wet and her breath was already coming in short pants but he didn’t even think about fucking her yet. This was just as good. This was better maybe. For her. And this was about her. Ben Gross could be her first fuck but he was gonna be her first time getting off while fucking.

It wasn’t the first time really. He did it a couple of times when they were dating. With his hands. Once with his mouth. Ben Gross didn’t even bother to try. Or maybe he tried but was unsuccessful. Didn’t matter. He shook his head to banish any thoughts of Ben Gross. This was about Devi.

With a huff, Devi ground down on his fingers, her hip bones almost smashing into his with the force of it. “Shit! Sorry!”

Paxton laughed, pressing his face into her shoulder. “It’s fine. It didn’t even hurt. And the way you’re clenching I’m guessing it felt good for you.”

He kissed across the top of her bra, his lips pulling the top seam of the bra cup down barely while his other hand searched for her clit. Her breath hitched telling him before he felt that he’d found his mark.

“Shit,” she said again, but this time she dragged the syllables out. She lifted herself up and then down again, he circled her clit as she came down and he felt her clench.

“Do you want to keep doing that,” he asked, pulling away from her chest. He looked up at her and his words felt like they came against her chin because he was so close.

“It’s not enough,” she whined, repeating the motion again, coming down harder. He matched her and circled her clit again. When she ground into him the next time, his dick throbbed.

Paxton blindly reached for her night table. He put a condom there before he got rid of his pants and while he wanted to hold off longer, get her off before he put his dick in her, she was not making it easy.

Without his fingers to ride, she started rocking against his crotch. He was going to need to start thinking about Charles Dickens. Ha. You’d think Dickens with his name would not cool a guy down, but Paxton was thinking about how boring David Copperfield was. He read it because it was assigned but when Devi told him that Dickens was paid by the word, it all made sense. A guy didn’t need that many descriptors when talking about shit. By the time Paxton had finished the sentence, he didn’t even remember the beginning of it.

Oh good, that helped. He was calmer now.

But Devi rocked again and Paxton had to squeeze her hip.

“Please, hold still,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound like a command. She stopped moving but reached for her panties.

“I’ll take them off while you glove up,” she said, but Paxton stopped her again.

“Leave them on, the friction, it’s gonna help,” he said, closing his eyes, trying to control himself.

“Whatever you say, sir,” she sighed.

Well that was a new feeling. He likes that. Too much though.

“I love you so much but please shut up because this is all too much for a guy,” Paxton said, ready to throw her off of him in case he couldn’t hold on.

Devi lifted her hips off him, like she was holding a plank. A sexy, sexy plank. Maybe the only exercise she’d ever be into. “I’m being brave, like you said,” she whispered against his ear.

When he was all set, she pressed into him, the cotton of her panties dragged down his dick and he had to close his eyes again. But he lifted her hips off of him.

“Team work, move your panties out of the way, just…” He used his thumb to swipe across the underwear, making the motion so she would know what to do. It was awkward as she tried to get her own hand between them enough to do the job, but when he pressed his tip at her entrance, he held his breath. “Just like my fingers.”

But he didn’t have to say anything else because Devi was pressing into him, sliding down his cock painstakingly slowly but she was going. They moaned in unison which might have been funny or sexy but at this point he didn’t care. With one hand on her hip and the other searching for her clit, he steadied himself so he wouldn’t push up into her. He didn’t have to wait long before she started rocking again.

“Fuck,” she exhaled. Her breath was ragged and he could feel the sweat forming on her. On him. The room felt oppressively hot but he wasn’t uncomfortable. He started to tense, the wind up in his belly feeling inevitable.

“I’m going to move my hand,” he said, looking up at her above him. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on his chest, her concentration clear by her screwed up face.

“Don’t you dare,” she said, reaching for his wrist but missing as she rocked against his hip bone again. Without his hand, her clit was rubbing against his hip bone and that was really what needed to happen. He started to thrust as slowly as he could, but he couldn’t help but pick up speed when she started whimpering. He pumped into her once, twice, and the third time she cried out and clenched around him.

Devi’s head fell on his shoulder and she was barely rocking against him.

“Can I…?” he jerked his hips into her slowly but she met his thrust this time. Crying out again as he followed her over the edge.

–

When he opened his eyes, it was 2AM. They’d come home around 10 so they really conked out. Next to him, he felt Devi freeze.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” he offered, rolling onto his side. But her back was to him. He pulled her to him so he was the big spoon. He’d never actually spooned with somebody and this shit was great. 10/10 would recommend.

“It’s fine.” But she didn’t sound fine and Paxton’s heart sank.

“Do you want me to go?” He tried to pull his hand off her waist but she stopped him.

“No.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I fell asleep too. I don’t even remember rolling off of you,” she admitted.

Paxton propped himself up on his elbow and tried to see Devi’s face.

“Are you okay?”

She turned to him, laying on her back. “I was just trying to decide if I should put my retainer in for the rest of the night.” She pressed her lips together tightly and stifled her laughs.

“Wow, sexy.”

She shoved at his arm that was holding his head up, throwing him off balance so he tipped back and almost fell off her bed.

“This is who you love, man, you gotta live with this now.” She giggled and tugged his arm so he’d come closer to her. She kissed his nose. “I love you, too. I think. But I’m not actually sure yet. Could just be the mind blowing sex.”

“It’s fine if it takes you a while to figure that out,” he said, putting a knee between her legs and hovering over her. “We’ve got all summer to test the various theories.”