Warren watched him more than the crowd. Wondering why, why him, why either of them. Why here and now.
Why Devin.
He took another sip, then another. Closed his eyes on that one, letting the flavor seep into his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, letting his gaze drift. Beautiful blonde in a shimmering white dress. Another blonde, pale blue. A pretty brunette in the little black dress women were always supposed to have, a red-head in a pink number that did nothing for her coloring but everything for her curves. The men were barely blips on his radar.
But Devin, standing next to him, could set his skin on fire probably literally with a look. With a touch and a whispered word. Like he'd only experienced, maybe, once before.
It wasn't that he was expecting it to suddenly make sense. He was getting past that part. And it wasn't that he wanted it to stop, because he'd given up the idea that it would. The question, really, by now, was, what was he going to do about it.
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:00 am (UTC)Why Devin.
He took another sip, then another. Closed his eyes on that one, letting the flavor seep into his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, letting his gaze drift. Beautiful blonde in a shimmering white dress. Another blonde, pale blue. A pretty brunette in the little black dress women were always supposed to have, a red-head in a pink number that did nothing for her coloring but everything for her curves. The men were barely blips on his radar.
But Devin, standing next to him, could set his skin on fire probably literally with a look. With a touch and a whispered word. Like he'd only experienced, maybe, once before.
It wasn't that he was expecting it to suddenly make sense. He was getting past that part. And it wasn't that he wanted it to stop, because he'd given up the idea that it would. The question, really, by now, was, what was he going to do about it.