We rode home in silence. Part of me had intended to fight him on it, to push for staying in neutral territory. But behind the scowl, I could see the hurt in his eyes, so I caved.
After entering the condo and stowing our shoes, he pointed to one of the dining room chairs and told me to sit. I felt like a puppy that had peed on the carpet, so I did as instructed, sitting there shamefaced and waiting for the inevitable dressing down.
Instead, Devon placed a tall glass of water in front of me. Of course he did, because that was how he rolled, always taking care of me, even when I did stupid s**t and didn’t take care of myself.
“Drink.”
I managed to down half of the glass before I had to pause. My body was signaling that it needed a minute; otherwise it was likely to come back up. We didn’t
