Kayla awoke to a feeling of rest having washed over her as she found herself on Devon’s bare chest, the sound of his heartbeat acted as a lullaby to her healing consciousness. Although she desired to wipe the previous day from her body with the use of his shower, she didn't want to ruin the moment of pure bliss that she found herself within following a night of informative and even tragic conversation, both enlightening and heartbreaking. There was an absence of heavy petting and even a kiss. Instead, there had been thorough conversation that brought both tears and laughter that lifted them to a level of intimacy that no s****l act could amount to. It had been this conversation of mutual trauma that allowed them to find this common ground and comfort; something neither one of them had harb
