Chapter Five––––––––
Devon awoke at his usual time, six thirty. It was semi dark outside, as the sun was due to rise around seven. Spikes of light graced the sky. He rolled onto his side, pushed up on his elbow, and watched Stormy sleep.
Her skin had a peachy, golden glow. His fingertips remembered the softness of her shoulders and her breasts. He itched to touch her, but didn’t want to wake her. So, he simply remained still and stared. In many ways, she was even more beautiful than Jackie. Her figure was fuller than the model’s, but he liked that. His palms warmed at the memory of her flesh in his hands.
He chided himself for comparing the two women, but couldn’t help it. There was something about Stormy, something familiar, something sweet. Devon didn’t watch what he said or did in fr
