Reacquainted with the familiar mix of tile and carpet beneath her feet from this particular hotel room, Kayla found that freedom in being his lover once again; the rush of excitement along with the comfort of his focused heart was enough to bring a steady sense of serenity in the need of waiting. She had come to distract herself with Netflix and a few films that she would either fall asleep or lose interest in halfway as they would make her think of Devon by the sight of a handsome lead or even the sight of a car. When this had become a dull activity, she would carry her steps to the balcony, where she would overlook the lively city below and the stadium across from his luxurious convenience.
By the end of the first day, she had managed to become too curious on the details of Devon’s son
