continued from devon's open starter (@swcctcrbittcr)
the events of the night before were a blur, along with devon's vision for a few moments before he groaned softly, his hand dragging down his face as he blinked blearily, the unfamiliar person slowly coming into focus. the faint throb of a hangover pounded behind his temples, but the sound of cambrie's voice snapped him back into reality. he turned his head toward her, a lopsided grin forming on his face despite his disheveled state.
"shit, i should've have taken my chances out there," the musician said, his voice low and slightly raspy from the night before. he sat himself up on the couch, his shirt rumpled and his hair a glorious mess. "not that iâm complaining. just be prepared to see a bill from my chiropractor." his gaze flicked over her, lingering just a moment longer than necessary on the way her robe cinched tightly around her waist before meeting her eyes with a playful glint. "coffee sounds like the move," he said, stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing lazily. "but if i take a shower, you might never get rid of me. iâm the kind of guy who falls for free hospitality, you know?"













