Chapter Ten
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I was home here at Devon's place. Devon moved all my belongings here. I did not want all my stuff to take over his room. But he gave me my own walk in closet to have.
And he said that he wanted me to feel right at home here. I just did not want to take over. And ruin his home. I felt like my stuff was to much. Not that I had that much stuff. I did not have enough to fit in a walk-in closet.
Not like Devon had here. I glance around my closet as I sit in the mess I had going on. Devon comes in with me. He helps me off the floor.
I am pulled in his embrace. His lips meet mine in a sweet kiss. I melt against his embrace. I loved being with him. He smiles down at me once the kiss was over with. He touches my cheek.
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"How is the unpacking going?" he jokes.
"Not well. I am taking over" I sigh.
"Melody I told you that was fine. I have plenty of space" he reminds me.
"Fine!" I sigh. "are you sure?" I ask.
He nods. "Alright go for it" he tells me. "we leave on tour again soon anyway. You will have to pack it all back up. Or you can wear nothing at all. I prefer nothing at all" he teases me.
"You are so bad" I giggle as I playfully swat him on the arm.
"Seriously though I have something for you to think over" he tells me as he leads me out of the closet.
He takes me to our living room. I sit down on the couch for him. He shows me magazines. They were interior design books. Tons of them. I wondered what these were for.
"Decorating" he informs me as though he read my mind right now.
"What?" I stammer.
"I want you to redecorate our home. You have free will here. We will make this house our home. Not mine. Ours. Right now, it feels like mine. I want you to have what is mine. This is your home. And it will feel that way if we redecorate together" he explains to me.
He touched my heart. I am in aw right now.
"Devon" I sigh happily. I pull him in my arms. I kiss him. "I love you so much"
"This house is your home. You make it a home" he tells me.
"Oh Devon" I say softly.
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I touch his cheek with my hand. I was so moved. I had no words coming out of my lips. I lean in kissing him joyfully. "You really want my in put?" I giggle.
"Yes, colors everything. Style all of it" he tells me.
"My last home was all decked out with cat stuff" I warn him. "and in tacky lavender and blacks" I warn him.
"Then cat décor we shall have. We can have a million cats here if you want" he adds. This house is yours as much as mine" he reminds me.
He kisses me.
"You are the best" I say softly. "thank you, Devon,"
"You are welcome. And no worries. You have time to think it over" he points out. "We will be on tour. These books will give you a vison" he tells me. "then when we come home this empty canvas will be ready for you to paint"
"Wow" I sigh. "I hope I can do right by you" I worry.
"I know you will" he vows. He kisses me.
I smile at him. "You know what?" I ask.
"What?" he asks me.
"You single handedly make all my dreams come true" I tell him. "All at once"
"You made my dreams come true by agreeing to come here with me. And live with me" he says. "I do not want to rush into marriage. But who knows we might head that way" he tells me.
I get a thrill of delight from his words.
"Devon..." I softly echo his name.
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He kisses me.
"What do you want for dinner? Can I cook you something?" I ask.
"I can have the cook make us something" he tells me.
I frown. "So, I can't ever cook a meal for you?" I say.
"No, you can cook if you want. But I have a personal chef on hand at all times" he reminds me. "you know this" he reminds me.
"Oh yes, sorry" I sigh. "I am getting used to living here. Bare with me" I point out.
"You will be spoiled my princess" he adds.
"I am not a princess" I giggle.
He winks. "You know some call me prince Devon. I need a princess. So therefore, that makes you a princess" he teases.
"Devon!!" I giggle.
"What would you like for dinner sweetheart? You can cook it. Or not" he tells me.
"How about take out?" I ask.
"Fine by me love" he says.
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We pick out a fast food place to get takeout from. It sounded good. Maybe another night I could surprise him and make him some dinner.
I wanted to take care of him. The way he was always taking care of me. It was only fair I wanted to be able to take care of the man I love. It was in my given nature.
We decided on take out from the Coney Island place in town. We get subs. And fries. It was delicious. So yummy.
I feed Devon a french fry. He laughs as he feeds me one.
"I love being home here with you. The food is fab" I sigh.
"Beats fish and coconuts" he jokes.
"Sure does" I giggle.
"I think I have gained a few pounds being back home" he jokes.
"Me to" I laugh.
"Mike?" I ask.
"Yes love?" he asks me.
"Are you nervous about flying again?" I ask.
He nods. "I am a little bit. I admit it. But if you are with me then it will be fine" he adds. "We will travel on land every chance we can but fly less" he tells me.
I nod. "I would like that" I tell him.
"No more worries. We can't get stuck on an island, twice right?" he jokes.
"Right" I laugh. "I think we got stuck to face our true feelings for one another. Right?" I ask.
He nods. "I do believe that baby" he says sweetly to me.
He feeds me a bite of food. He smiles. I smile back. Good things were coming for us. I could feel it.
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