Once Devon calmed down, Lewis brought her water. Still, she kept quiet while looking down.
As a respect for her personal space — which she didn't care previously — Lewis perched on the other couch. With his jaw propping on his knuckle, his leg resting over the other, his eyes never left her.
What he felt when she woke up shaking was real. He had encountered women try their best to seduce him. But Devon, before the incident, would never do such a thing. Even after embracing him moments ago, he didn't feel such intentions.
What he felt was her fears. As if she had dreamed about something traumatic.
One reason he felt more comfortable around her before was ironically because of her character. Devon was a woman, but it was hard for him to see her as one.
However, aside from those shallow reasons, one thing that Lewis was aware of was that Devon was shrouded with mystery. Not the type of mystery that was hard to unravel.
