He just stares at me like I did nothing at all, and it’s so typical of him to deal.
With me.
With my temper.
With my constant bullshit.
And with that, he leans over, towering over me like the beast of a man he is. “You’re gonna have to hit me a lot harder than that to get your point across. I couldn’t hear you over the memories.”
It’s a cheap shot.
I could almost commend him for being so fucking petty that he’salmoston my level.
“Now you know how I feel,” I mutter, rounding up for my home run in this little argument we’re having. “Thinking Torin could die, and he’d never fuck me again…I’m having a hard time imagining that.”
“Just use your fingers,” Levi replies evenly. “I’m sure it’ll represent his exact dick size.”
That was a good one, and it breaks through some of the tension sizzling between us.
Weirdly enough.
“I’d have to use three.” Levi’s nostrils flare, prompting his first reaction, and I ride on it. “And would it be weird to scream his name afterward?”
“We listen, and we don’t judge.”
I nod. “Great. I’m going to need a minute.” A muscle in Levi’s jaw tics, but he doesn’t move from his spot. “Will you get green peppers on my side of the pizza?” I slap his bicep like a homie. “Thanks.”
“Anything else?”
“No, I think that’ll be it.”
“Good.” He rounds my body and begins for the door. “I’m going out after dinner.”
My gut drops at his words, and it takes everything in me not to stop him and apologize.
However, my pride has choked out any words from leaving my throat, and with each passing second, I know my time is running out to do just that.
Then the door clicks closed with an unforgiving thud.
SIXTY-FIVE
bay
Oh,Levi.
You should never take your eyes off me for a second.
The cool leather of his backseat feels amazing against my cheek as I lay and listen to his dual exhaust rumbling through the night.
Juice is still with the girls, and if my bestie thought I was going to chill tonight while he did fuck knows what, he’s got me fucked up.
Especially since Reeve slid into the front seat of the car and said he was riding shotgun.
Then proceeded to be threatened, cussed out, and promised to get dropped off along the border of The Landings because Levi didn’t want to “be bothered with a Forsaken Crew fuck tonight.”
Reeve—bless him—still didn’t tell us why he stopped by. He ate with us at the dining room table and pressed his thigh into mine, but he didn’t speak much. I can’t say I didn’t appreciate the buffer between Levi and me tonight, as well as the comfort.
But I have a funny feeling Levi is going to make a move or has some intel, and I’m looking to be in on it.
