Letting her go and taking a step to my side of the car, I glance at a couple walking toward us and halt at what I see.
Zack.
Chapter Thirty
LEVI
Fuck. Me.
Not only is my ex half a block away, but he’s with his wife and kid. I blink twice to make sure it’s him, and yep, I’d recognize that blond hair anywhere. He hasn’t spotted me yet, but it’s only a matter of time?—
And there it is. He halts mid-step like I did, and his eyes widen in panic. I’m not going to lie, a ping of satisfaction hits me until I realize how fucked up that is and shake my head.
Stevie opens the door, catching my attention. “You okay, Hotshot?”
“Zack’s over there.” My voice is even. I thought I’d be more nervous seeing my first love after so long. Instead, I feel absolutely nothing. He’s still looking at me while his wife is waving a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention.
Yeah, keep doing that, Zack. You’re not being obvious at all.
I feel my girlfriend’s touch on my forearm, and when I meet her green eyes, she looks more panicked than she did the night we got arrested. “I’m fine, Bambi,” I’m quick to reassure her.
She cups my face. “You sure?”
I grin at the girl I’m falling in love with. She’s the only person I’ve ever felt at complete peace with, and I know that Zack wasn’t my first love, not when someone like Stevie cares for me and accepts me for everything that I am.
“Positive.” I open the door for her again. “Let’s get out of here.”
She looks at me one more time. Whatever Stevie sees must convince her since she jumps back into the passenger seat. I take one more look at Zack, who’s started walking again, and give him a curt nod and smile.
Don’t worry, Zack. Your secrets are safe with me, I tell him through the gesture and turn around. His karma has already caught up to him. He’ll be miserable for the rest of his life, and I can’t help but feel bad for the fucker.
STEVIE
Spring break flew by, and it went much smoother than expected. My moms treated Levi well…for the most part. They’re still overprotective. Nonetheless, it was a ton of family fun. That, and Levi found places to have sex that I never would’ve thought of. It felt great being in his arms for an entire week and a half, but now it’s time to go back to the real world.
Speaking of the real world…I haven’t heard any news on whether I got the part or not. The nerves in my stomach build as we drive closer and closer to Driscoll. The hours that pass decrease my chance of getting what I worked so hard for.
I didn’t get it, there’s no way I did. There are only two days left of spring break after today, and that’s the weekend. Nobody’s going to be working this weekend.
There’s always next semester, I tell myself.
Suddenly, my neck heats. Levi’s eyes are on me. I can feel them. I always do. He thinks I don’t see the glances, or the lengthy stares he probably doesn’t mean to do for as long as he does, but I can see that something in him changed this past week, ever since the night after meeting Joan. The way he touches me, speaks to me, talks to my moms about us…I can’t help but wonder, did my words from that night help heal whatever it was that needed healing? He sure showed me they did by what happened a few minutes later.
Levi’s unbelievably sexy—and why am I not looking at him instead of thinking about it? Jeez, he’s my boyfriend, I’m allowed to stare.
Turning, I see him smirk, staring straight ahead, both of his hands on the wheel.
I smile. He knows he’s hot and yet he’s also humble. It’s one of his most attractive qualities, other than his honesty, loyalty, and integrity. His mom and grandma showed me why he is the way he is. I adored both, and each of them loved me, at least that’s what they said.
His grandma told me something, something she made me promise not to tell Levi until the time was right. I’m not sure when that’ll be, nor did I ask her to explain, but I feel like I’ll somehow know.
“You need to stop staring at me, baby.” Levi’s mouth curls into a half smile.
I narrow my eyes and turn around in my seat so my body faces his. “Just admiring the view, Hotshot.”
He chuckles and the sound goes straight to my core, my panties getting wetter the closer we get to Driscoll. Having sex with him is amazing…and a great distraction from my worries.
“Can we play with some of your toys tonight?” I ask him, trying to keep the conversation going. I’ve been curious about them for a while now.
