CHAPTER 21
Sadie
My gaze keeps drifting downward, into the cleavage created by the robe Devon’s wearing but hasn’t secured tightly around her body. I need to focus, but it’s hard because even though we should talk, I don’t know what to say to her. I can’t define what happened last night. I don’t really know what it means.
“Um,” I start. “Do I need to take you out on a proper date?” It’s only meant as a sort-of joke.
“Do you want to take me out on a date?”
“We can go to The Bay. Sam already knows, anyway.”
“He knows we’ve slept together. As far as I know, that’s all we know as well.” Devon’s lips are tighter than I’d like them to be—no hint of that seductive smile this morning. “What do you want, Sadie?” Her eyes are still as kind as ever, projecting that she’s willing to understand w
