devon matthews

She’d seen almost every side of Devon after a performance; the past eight months had granted her that privilege. On days when the show went well, the boy was full of energy, wanting nothing more than to fuck her against his wall with a dumb smirk on his lips as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from her, and on days when the show went well, he was content to watch her get drunk to the point she could hardly stand before kissing her to sleep. Truthfully, Eva much preferred the former, but even the worst nights didn’t quite compare to this one - the one where he stood before her with little more than a frown on his features. Every attempt the blonde had made at conversation had all but failed, and while she was curious as to why that was happening, the truth was, she was much too afraid to ask for fear that it had been her own actions that had provoked such a state. It was only after they’d lounged in relative silence for an hour that Eva spoke, shifting against Devon on the couch. “Are we okay?”

Like most days, Devon had started the night in a good mood, the simple reminder of their previous shows being enough to keep a smile on his face regardless of a couple of bad news that could come their way. He’d always been a positive person, believing everything happened for a reason and that he had only to fight for his dreams, which he did from a very young age. That same passion had led him into the girl’s place of work, and ultimately he’d felt like he had to fight for her too, despite not quite understanding the way he’d made her feel. It wasn’t always easy, he knew, for the two often engaged in some strange fight over stupid things, only to end up tangled up in each other, but he didn’t regret it. The only thing that scared him, however, was how easily she could fall into a pattern of complete oblivion, alcohol coursing through her veins as she sought the source of more excitement. Devon didn’t blame her, he couldn’t, having told her they shouldn’t be a serious couple, but that didn’t change the fact that it terrified him to imagine a night when she’d end up in someone else’s bed rather than his own. A fear he’d felt just a few hours ago, when he’d watched her dance with some guy he couldn’t even recognize. “Why wouldn’t we be?” He asked evasively, running his hand through his hair, his gaze still not meeting hers. “Nothing happened.”