Levi grips the side of my face, and his eyes darken for a second. Not anger, only the possessiveness I’ve become so akin to. One that will always turn me on and make me feel at peace somehow. “Whose are you?”
“Levi, not here?—”
He grips the back of my head. “Say it. You obviously need a reminder.”
I let out a short breath, our lips merely an inch apart. “Yours.” He raises a brow. “Forever yours.”
My husband kisses me languidly. “Good girl,” he whispers, and tucks me into the crook of his arm.
I’m about to ask him if he wants to get dinner before he drags me back to bed at my dad’s place, where we’re thankfully alone most of the time, when he groans.
“The group chat is blowing up. They keep asking how we’re doing.”
I motion to his phone and scroll through the Scooby Gang group chat messages before landing on the most recent ones.
Kami: Are you guys visiting Em and Jake in England after Italy?
Em: I told them not to. Jake is going to social events that I’m not, and vice versa.
Jake: Yeah, it’s all family business to keep up pretenses, and also to find me a wife.
Turning to Levi, I raise a brow. “You were serious about Jake needing to get engaged before graduating to get his inheritance?”
He chuckles. “Why would I make that up? His family is insane.”
Looking back at the chat, I try to picture a life with all those riches, only to end up being with someone you may not love for the rest of your life. It sounds suffocating.
Kami: You mean “a woman of good breeding”?
I audibly gag, and Levi’s chest moves when he sees what part of the conversation I’m reading. Who says things like that anymore? We’re not cattle.
Jake: Not my words, Kamila.
Emma: I, for one, am going to try to have some fun away from my grandparents and catch up on my summer reading. You up for the fun part, Jake?
Jake: Always, but I’m leaving right when your events end.
Kami: Okay, guys, we’re flooding the lovebirds’ messages. Let’s stop.
Jake: They’re probably too busy getting down and dirty to see these messages. I say we spam them until we kill the mood.
Smirking, I start typing.
Levi: Can’t kill the mood, Jake. Even if you were to walk in on us in person, we’d keep going, and you’d get an amazing front-row seat. There’s no stopping once we’ve started. -Stevie
“Fuck, Bambi.” Levi laughs from my side. “You’re practically encouraging the guy now.”
I cringe. Comebacks aren’t exactly my forte. “Yeah, I didn’t think that through.”
Responses come in quickly.
Em: Ew, please don’t do it in front of me.
Kami: Oh God, don’t give him any ideas.
Levi lets out what sounds like a harsh breath and chuckles at the same time.
Jake:Kinky, Stevie. I like it.
