Chapter 18
Caydence
It was strange being around so many people who had money. Most didn’t bring up their wealth, but a few did, and that made it even more awkward for me. Devon made sure to steer the conversation away from me, which I was grateful for.
All in all, I had a good time, and spending that time with Devon was nice. However, there’s still that lingering voice in the back of my head telling me he’s dangerous and I need to stay away from him. That’s the problem, though. I can’t seem to do that. When he isn’t here, I wonder where he is and if he’s coming over. When I leave work, I wonder if he’ll go home or come to my place.
It’s almost sad, really, the amount of time I spend thinking about someone who could so carelessly kill another human being, but he had it coming, right? I keep trying to tell myself he had a reason, but there’s a part of me that wants to fight that. That was a person, someone’s family, and the more I think about it, the sicker I feel.
I tell myself it’s for the best I stay as far from him as possible, but that man has a pull that drags me back every time. Maybe I’m not trying hard enough, or maybe I just have too many strong feelings for him. Is it wrong for me to feel for him? I don’t know anymore.
“What are you thinking about?” Megan asks as we sit on the couch, watching TV.
“If things with Devon are moving too fast.”
“Do you think they are?” she asks. I shrug.
“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like they are, and others, I can’t seem to get enough of him. Is that weird?” I ask her. She shakes her head and downs her drink, setting the glass on the table.
“You care about him, obviously.”
“I know, but is it too much too fast?” I don’t know why I need to hear her say it. The fact that he killed someone should be a huge turn-off, and I’m over here finding reasons he was right to do so.
“I don’t think so. You guys connect on many levels. I think that’s great,” she adds. Maybe she’s right, and that’s why things are so intense between us. We do connect over a lot of things.
“You don’t think he’s around too much?” Now she laughs.
“Girl, he basically lives here,” she laughs. That makes me think too. I sigh as I sit back on the couch when we hear the door open. We both look over to see him and his friend Wyatt walking in with pizza boxes in their hands.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“We brought dinner,” Devon announces as he sets the boxes on the table in front of us. Wyatt moves to sit next to Megan as Devon pulls me off the couch. He drops down and then pulls me into his lap before grabbing some pizza.
“I was sitting there,” I tell him.
“And now you have a better seat.”
“There are people here,” I remind him. He glances over at the two of them talking and shrugs his shoulders.
“So what? You embarrassed now to sit on my lap?”
“No. I don’t have to be this close to you all the time.” He nearly chokes on his pizza before looking at me.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“That I can sit on the damn couch at times.”
“You’re cute when you get pissy.”
“I’m serious, Devon.”
“What’s this about, Caydence? You didn’t care before.”
Now I shove off his lap and stand, heading for the stairs. I climb them two at a time, and I know he’s behind me. When I walk into my room, he closes the door behind him.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know, Devon. I just … I feel like things are happening so fast,” I admit.