So, he was a little late. Darren didn't know how long she had been standing there, nor did he really care. This was an overgrown park in the middle-of-nowhere Muggle Ireland. She was safe and really, that was his only concern.
Hands going to the old stained concrete of the bridge railing at either side of her waist, Darren leaned some of his weight into Devon. He kept his eyes on hers and didn't take-in a good look at the rest of her. He didn't need to; he already knew every inch of her and it didn't much matter to him what she chose to wear. Breathing in a slow huff of the cool air, he simply stared into her eyes. She was undoubtedly confused and even a touch sad.
Darren slowly blinked. His arms sidled to be tight around her. "I'm going to teach you something," he told her before shifting to drop his forehead near hers. Their temples grazed. "Think you can handle it?" he said against her ear as her hair tickled his nose.
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