“Richard’s awesome. I mean, he can be a dick sometimes, but overall, he’s a cool guy.”
I stare at him with my mouth partially open. He’s watched the show before, and I can’t help the small smile that slips. I’ve never felt so comfortable so quickly with someone in silence. It’s rare, and what I suspected yesterday is now confirmed. Levi will be a good friend of mine.
His eyes meet mine. “What?” He quirks a brow.
My face heats slightly, and I quickly look back at the TV. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Levi.”
From the corner of my eye, I catch him staring at me.
“Agreed, Stephanie.”
Letting out a half giggle and half sigh at the use of my full name, I’m about to correct him when he beats me to it.
“I meant Stevie.”
He means for it to sound like an apology, but it’s full of humor, and I scoff.
“If you’re going to try to annoy me, let it at least be with an original nickname,Hotshot,” I emphasize the last word with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
I dare a glance his way, and both his eyebrows are raised. Feeling my cheeks heat, I give a nonchalant shrug at how he might expect it to become a permanent nickname for him. “What?”
He stares at me, still smirking, and finally says, “Give me a week and I’m sure I’ll have found something by then.”
Turning, I shake my head. “It better be something good.”
Levi laughs. “I love a good challenge.”
Chapter Five
LEVI
“Hey, Kami,” I answer, confused since we’re meeting up at King’s Wolf in thirty minutes. “What’s up?”
“Hey, Levi, it’s Cameron.” Kami’s boyfriend sounds exasperated. Before either one of us can say anything else, a loud voice echoes in the background.
“Cam, I need you to pass me my lipstick, please.”
Cameron lets out a barely audible, annoyed huff of breath, but Kami doesn’t miss it.
“Am I annoying you, Kahlo?”
I let out a choked laugh. “Rookie move, dude.”
Cameron attempts to cover the phone, but I can still catch a decent number of words. Then, a small back-and-forth begins between the couple.
Deciding not to hang up, I put my phone on speaker, entertained by what I catch.
“Shit. No, of course not. I love you, baby. You’re beautiful. Don’t make fun of my tight shirts, guys can pull them off too! If I recall correctly, you weren’t complaining last night.”
A loud laugh leaves me at those last words. I’m still not sure why they called, but I know they don’t argue often. They’rea surprisingly stable couple, considering everything they went through to get to where they are now. If someone had asked me a couple of months ago what I thought the outcome of these two was going to be, I would’ve said something along the lines of nothing short of a fucking disaster. Now, these types of conversations are practically foreplay for them.
I put on my crewneck long-sleeved shirt, and realize that the line has gone silent.
They can’t keep it in their pants for a minute. Grabbing the phone, I raise my voice.
“Cameron, Kamila, I’m still here!”
There’s some shuffling, and Kami’s voice filters through the small speaker. “Sorry, Levi.”
