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.”
As much as she knew that this conversation had needed to happen, simply for the sake of her sanity and her budding relationship with Devon, Eva couldn’t help but wish she hadn’t brought it up at all. “Because you’re not talking to me, even if nothing happened,” she finally mumbled, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as she rested her head on his chest. It wasn’t often that the blonde admitted to any insecurity without alcohol being involved, and even less when it involved Devon himself. He could have had anyone in the world, girls clamored for the chance of sharing one night with the rock god, and while he’d chosen her for the moment, Eva couldn’t help but worry that someday, that would change. That one day, she wouldn’t be what he wanted and each night that passed by without them speaking only served to cause that worry to solidify in her mind. “You’re not talking to me, and that scares me because you’re not usually the one who won’t talk.”
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