I’m not sure if anyone heard us last night. We weren’t exactly quiet. That wasn’t even on my mind, but I still haven’t had a fist thrown in my face. So, I’m taking that as a positive.
“Excuse me.” A pair of familiar brown eyes bore into my own, impatience all over her face. “I need to talk to you.”
I glance down at her sneaker that’s tapping the ground, then over her shoulder at her pissed off boyfriend. I decide, like a jerk, I’m only going to follow her to annoy Leonidas.
“Yes?” I raise a brow as she pushes me into a more private area in the jet.
“Don’t think I didn’t hear you and my best friend last night.”
So, someone did hear …
“Care to explain in further detail why you’ve pulled me aside to tell me you heard two grown adults having sex?”
She shushes me, looking over her shoulder like someone is eavesdropping before glaring. “Don’t say that.”
“Say what?” I raise a brow.
“Sex.”
“Okay, sexual intercourse?” I say smartly, like a jackass.
“Ugh! Shut up, will you?” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “What I was trying to say before you rudely opened your mouth was, you’d better not hurt her. She doesn’t need her heart broken by a stupid guy.”
“Stupid? I’m wounded.” I place a hand on my heart in mock pain.
“I’m serious, Levi. She’s going through a lot, and she doesn’t need any more stress on her shoulders. I’m sure getting in bed with you is causing her enough.”
Ouch, that hurts a bit. Knowing she’s probably regretting our night while, to me, it was the best I’ve ever had.
“I’m not planning on breaking her heart. That’s not my thing.”
She laughs. “You could’ve fooled me.” Dragging her eyes along my body, she smirks.
“Haven’t you heard the sayingdon’t judge a book by its cover?”
“Yes.” She nods. “But you’re not a book.”
I chuckle at that one. “Does he know?” I nod to her furious-looking boyfriend.
She scoffs, walking backward. “Are you kidding? I like my boyfriend out of jail. This”—she gestures between me and Amelia, who’s now sleeping—“is none of my business. But it becomes my problem if she comes home crying.”
I hate when girls cry. It eats me alive whenever I see it.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I admit, my serious tone sending my message across. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
Nodding, she gives me a smile. “I know I don’t have to worry about you. I’m just letting you know that I’m the only one who knows this is happening. Don’t screw it up, Miller.”
Giving me a pat on my shoulder, she winks before walking back to her boyfriend.
Huh?Someone who hardly knows me has faith in me? Feels good for once. I like her, and that speaks volumes because I can’t stand most people.
* * *
“You had fucking sex!” Axel whispers, elbowing my side as we make our way to my front door.
“How did you come to that conclusion?” I raise a brow.
“After-sex glow is a real thing, and this”—he points to the faint bite mark on my arm—“is a dead giveaway. Thank God you were wearing a hoodie on the plane. You would be dead right now if you hadn’t.”
