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The only excuse I was able to come up with to spend more time with Levi after days of not seeing him was that the team demanded new content to be posted. I guess that’s the pro of dating your once-fake boyfriend.
I walked out of the house without any suspicious looks from Leonidas, which made me almost cry while driving because he’s the only one unaware of my relationship. I want him to know so badly, but the way he reacted the night Levi helped us has prolonged my confession. He got so mad when he discovered we texted. Imagine when he figures out we kiss and do other things for fun …
Oh God, I fear for Levi’s life and mine.
“When do you have to leave?” I call out to Levi, who’s packing an overnight bag in his closet.
He has a concert this weekend in another city, which means he’ll be out of town for the next two days.
“Two hours,” he replies. “Are you sure you can watch her? I can call her babysitter, like I normally do.”
Spending two days with Stella has never sounded better. She’s like my biggest cheerleader. Some quality time with her should progress our relationship into the place I want it to be, so I’m more than happy to watch her.
I just really want her to like me.
Levi tells me she alreadylovesme, notlikes. But I’ve spent years not loving myself and believing I’m not lovable. So, the information is hard to grasp.
“These next two days will be the best,” I say instead of answering the same question I’ve already answered ten times. “She’ll officially be converted into a Times Three stan,” I claim, laughing when his tattooed hand appears in the doorframe, his middle finger sticking up at me.
He groans at my laughter. “She’s already an Amelia Drakos stan. It’s pretty fucking cute.”
“Quick question,” I say happily, rolling onto my stomach and crossing my ankles while feeling his comfy bed below me.
“Oh God, what?”
“How many girls have slept in your bed?”
Hearing his duffel bag drop to the floor, I smile wickedly. Teasing him is so fun.
“You should’ve given me a warning to sit down before asking that.” His bare chest comes into my view, and I almost get on my knees to do very inappropriate things.
Shrugging, I place my chin on my clasped hands and swing my legs back and forth. “I’m just curious.”
Biting his lip nervously, he looks at me like I don’t want to know. “Several. I’m not sure the exact amount since I wasn’t sober with most of them.”
I nod, and he gives me a skeptical look.
“Does that bother you?”
Duh, I’m human.
“Just a little, but who cares about the past anyway?” I wave him off, flashing him my teeth.
His tatted chest comes toward me, making my stomach clench in anticipation. “I’ll buy a new bed if that bothers you.”
I laugh, pushing his shoulder when he kneels in front of me. “You’re not getting a new bed just because of me. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Nothing is ridiculous when it comes to you. I don’t care what you say. I’m now getting a new bed because I know it bothers you.”
I gawk at him. How is this man real?
He places a finger under my chin and closes my mouth with a smirk.
“Levi—”
“It’s already done and finalized in here,” he interrupts, tapping his temple with a handsome smirk on his face.
