Levi speeds us to his happy little home glowing like a jack-o-lantern with those four tiny windows in front offering atoothygrin.
We bolt out of the truck, and I race him tothedoor.
“No fair.” He frowns as if he had money on it. “I wanted to get the car door for you.” He ticks his head back to the truck I just bolted from. “I have every intention on being a perfectgentleman.”
I give a wry smile. “Then don’t just stand there. Get this door.” It’s so darn comfortable stepping right back into these smart-aleckshoes.
Levi does just that. In fact, he does one better by carrying me over the threshold like a bride, all the while melting those hot kisses overmylips.
Levi and I make wild love, wrestle out our every emotion in a heated exchange under the sheets, over the sheets, on the floor, against the wall, in the shower, and on the kitchen island—don’t judge. Brownie batter was involved—plus, “KeyLargo”!
Levi and I are knocking down all the walls that stood between us, burning our strongholds down to cinders. We’ve destroyed our defenses and have started anew with one another—with theworld.
Levi and I have healed eachother.
We are whole, and happy, and most importantly—right where webelong.
Together.
