#devonxmya

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Let’s Talk || Devon and Mya

Devon was fine now, or for now rather they’d found something to eat. Burgers and fries, greasy and perfect for the hangovers they were both sporting. Devon was unsure of himself once again, he didn’t know this woman but yet he’d married her the night before. She was very beautiful of course but the whole thing from what they could piece together went from a very bizarre 0 to 100 quickly. As they ate he groaned, holding out his hand for hers surveying the wedding band, “Why is this ring so tacky? I assure you non-drunk me has much better taste than that. Not that it matters, but you can take it off you know? I won’t be offended I promise.” He went back to chewing on fries, before a thought occurred to him.

“Mya?” The name still felt weird on his tongue, “You don’t know what your last name is do you?” He tried not to smirk, it wasn’t funny; okay it was a little funny. But he doubted she even asked for his last name last night let alone remembered it.

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Good Morning?|Devon and Mya

Devon woke up to a light so bright it was almost offensive. Actually, it was offensive. His eyes were offended, and his head, god his head hurt. The blinds were open, just enough that just a bit of light was shining through onto his face. He should close them. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, going to close the blinds.

He was in Vegas, that much he remembered, he’d come with a few of his friends for a much needed guys weekend or at least that’s what they told themselves. Really it had been a shit week and they needed to go out gamble and drink, as that’s what they did. He closed the blinds, running a hand over his face. Turning around he froze for two reasons. One this wasn’t his room, and two there was a woman in the bed he’d just left.

He didn’t remember sleeping with her, honestly didn’t even remember her name. Devon was suddenly aware of the situation to an alarming degree, he was in a room of a woman he’d slept with but had been too drunk to remember, he had no idea how long he’d been out, but he was naked. His eyes surveyed the room looking for his clothes, finding his boxers and pants he sighed with relief as he put them on.

Phone where was his phone? He was looking for it, freezing when he heard the bed sheets move. He rose his hands up to his sides, “Good morning, umm I’m Devon...I- I was just umm...” he pointed to the now empty spot on the bed next to her. “But I’m going...don’t worry. You don’t have to get up. ”

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