continued from devon's open starter (@lonelysgorg)
“well, you didn’t exactly kick me out last night. so, that must count for something.” devon shot her a lopsided grin as he propped himself up on his elbows, the blanket sliding down to reveal his bare chest. by the looks of things, he was in the right place at the right time with the right person. he was in no hurry for answers or a journey home. he stretched lazily, his grin widening as she peeked out from under the pillow. “do you remember my name?” the musician asked, curiously. he didn't want to admit he'd forgotten hers.













