Chapter Thirty-nine
Devin’s POV
“We should leave,” I said, watching Muna’s head bob at my heaving chest. The night was magical while we made love, stroking in one thing I could only call harmony.
“It isn’t late,” Dylan said, propping his body with his arms to the floor. He was staring outside, into the pitch darkness, only waved to a side by the peeking moonlight.
He was right; I thought to myself as I laid gingerly back to the ground. Her snores were a melody to my ears, soft and easy-going, but I had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind.
“We should leave,” I said again, this time pulling myself to a sitting position as I took Muna’s head to my lap. She stirred, but without waking up, adjusting her head to what she felt was more comfortable.
Dylan was up at this time, pulling hi
