That’s a fact that I didn’t need to know and wish I’d never found out. In my own little fantasy, I would love to imagine Amelia is a virgin, no man having touched her where I desperately want to. I want her to experience everything with me for the first time. But some prick took that from me, and I would literally kill him if I knew who he was.
“When?”
“You have to expand your vocabulary a bit more when you’re asking questions, Levi,” Amelia chimes in.
I want to kiss that smart look right off her face.
“When was the last time you had sex?” I grit out, sitting up and giving her a stern glare.
She shrugs nonchalantly. “It could have been yesterday, a week ago, a month, or even a year … but that information is none of your business.”
To hell with that.
I get off the bed, and she looks nervous as I round it. She holds up her hands, but I keep coming until her palms are pressed against my chest and her back crashes against the door.
Invading her space, I whisper harshly, “It’s my business because everyone thinks you’re my girlfriend, and if my girl is sleeping around while dating me, I’m going to look like a fool. And there is nothing I hate more than that.” Gripping her neck, I force her to look at me. “Tell me.”
Her breaths are shallow as her chest rises up and down at a rapid pace against mine. “I don’t care if you look like a fool. I hope you do.”
“The only fool here is you. Look at you, pressed against this door, waiting for my mercy.” My lips brush her ear, causing a shiver to roll down her body. “Be a good girl and start talking, Drakos.”
She huffs, “I haven’t had sex with anyone since our agreement started.” She pushes me back by my shoulder, and I let her move past me. “It’d better be the same for you.”
“Jealous?” I send her a smirk. Even though I haven’t let anyone touch me since the moment Amelia walked into my life.
Crossing her arms across her chest, she laughs. “I have the same reasons as you, Meathead. Don’t get it twisted.”
There’s nothing hotter than watching her get so wound up with me. Her tall but curvy frame stands sassily across the room as she glares at me.
I let my eyes drag along her body, and I appreciate the short, tight pink shorts she’s wearing with an oversize tee.
Leaning on the wall, I stuff my hands in my hoodie pocket before sending her a dark look. “I’m practically celibate.”
My dick loves to prove that to me every day. I wish I didn’t have to see Amelia all the time. It just makes me ache even more.
“You’d better leave it that way,” a sudden voice says from behind me.
Turning, I find Elijah at the door.
“Touching my sister isn’t in your near future.”
He couldn’t be more wrong. I’m tired of holding back.
“You eavesdrop often?” I mutter, looking back at his out-of-breath sister.
“When it comes to my sister, yeah,” he replies sharply. “Amelia, let’s go. The team wants us at the stadium for a sound check.”
Grabbing her bag in a hurry, she brushes past me without peeking a glance at me. When I hear the door close softly, I deflate.
* * *
“It’s not a good day?” Rowan states more than he asks when he hands me a bottle of water.
The sweat on my forehead for sure answers his question. Today isn’t a bad day. It’s horrible. My body is currently going through cold sweats, and the shakiness of my hands makes me lie on my bandmates’ bed, feeling like the world around me is spinning.
I haven’t felt like this in a long time. I thought I was getting better. I haven’t had a drink inmonths. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone, and for a second, I really thought I’d beaten this addiction. Until randomly today, I was hit with sickness and weakness that made me feel low.
A low that transformed into a dangerous mindset.
