That first spark—raw, electric—never faded. It just sank deeper, vibrating under my skin, a steady pulse that doesn’t let up. Every time we hold hands, every kiss on my neck, every look he gives me when he thinks I’m not watching—it’s like that first night replaying itself… just heavier, wrapped in something that almost scares me. But not the way itused to. With him, my walls didn’t crumble—they come down piece by piece.
He’s more my speed than Daniel ever was. Levy’s rough around the edges in the kind of way that feels honest—laid-back, unfiltered, and a little unpredictable.
He doesn’t overthink every breath or move through life like he’s presenting quarterly numbers. With him, everything is easy. I don’t have to perform or pretend or hold myself perfectly still—he just gets me without me having to explain a thing.
Daniel has that polished, perfect-on-paper glow. While Levy… Levy feels like home.
It’s in the way he looks at me, like he’s studying something sacred. The way he touches me, like every inch matters. His affection doesn’t feel borrowed or conditional—it feels real. The kind of love that sneaks up on you quietly, settling into your chest and before you even realize you’ve started falling.
But somewhere along the way… I stopped fighting it. Even as much as it terrifies me, it’s the first thing in a long time that actually feels right.
Our days blur together, laced with anticipation that settles between my legs the moment his name lights up my phone. He texts me from work—sometimes a lazy smirk, sometimes a picture of his dick straining in his pants just enough to ruin me, sometimes a picture so blatant, I have to make sure no ones around me when I open it. And I tease him right back, sending picture of my inner thighs, or my ass bent over so he can see the wetness through my thong. The parts of me I know he thinks about—little reminders to show he’s not the only one who knows how to get in someone’s head and stay there.
Coming home he never shows up empty-handed. Roses one day, daisies the next. I roll my eyes, and tell him he’sdoing too much—but I still keep every flower in its vase, letting them dry out like memories I’m terrified to let go of.
Our nights are full of laughter and heat, our bodies pulling toward each other like we’re made of magnets. We move around the kitchen like it’s foreplay—his chest pressed against my back, his hands finding my waist. Arina caught us once and yelled PDA, it was the funniest shit ever.
He’ll kiss the spot beneath my ear, making me weak in the knees, whisperings dirty things to make my whole body light up. And somewhere between the jokes, the quiet moments—I feel myself falling.
Not the reckless kind of falling—I’ve done before… but the kind that feels safe. Like he’s been carving out a place for me without even trying.
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It’s a Wednesday night and the neighborhood feels quieter than usual. I’m curled up on the couch, the TV painting the room in blue lights, when a knock hits the front door. My heart skips once because I already know who it is.
When I open the door, Levy’s standing under the porch light, framed in gold, wearing that familiar grin that always dissolves a piece of me. But tonight there’s weight behind it—his shoulders are a little tighter, his eyes softer but serious in a way that makes the air shift around us. He’s holding a bouquet tied with rough twine, wildflowers and white roses mixing together, the scent spilling into the cool air between us.
He places the bouquet into my hands, his fingers dragging over mine on purpose. I breath in the flowers, and his thumb traces along my jaw, reminding my skin who itbelongs to. “I missed you, sexy,” he murmurs, his voice smooth as velvet. “Can we talk?”
“Of course, babe. Come in.”
We slip quietly down the hall to my room. Arina’s passed out on the couch in her scrubs, and her uncle’s in his room, so it feels private enough. I close the door behind us and set the flowers on my bed, their petals brushing my wrist as they fall into place.
My fingers toy with them—nervous, restless—while I try to read the look on his face. And the way his eyes keep drifting to me and then away, tells me he’s holding something heavy behind them.
My stomach tightens, a slow coil of anticipation and worry twisting together. “So…” I start, trying for lightness. “What’s this about? You just show up with flowers—no warning, no text. Should I be nervous Levy?”
He gives me a faint smile, warm and soft at the edges. “It’s nothing bad,” he says gently. “I promise.”
Before I can ask again, he drops to his knees, gathering my hands into his. “Three months with you doesn’t feel like enough,” he says, voice low and full of emotion. “Every time I leave, it just… feels wrong. Like I’m stepping away from the only place I feel settled.” His eyes meet mine, deep and earnest. “I don’t want that distance anymore.”
My heart thumps hard enough to hear.
“I want to come home to you,” he continues, softer. “Every day. Every night. I want you to be the first person I see in the morning, and the last person I see before I close my eyes at night. That’s what feels right to me.” He squeezes my hands, like he’s grounding us both. “You’re what home feels like, Jainey.”
Warmth blooms in my chest.
“Move in with me,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Or let me move in with you. I don’t care—we’ll make it work. Iwant my toothbrush next to yours. I want to build something with you.”
“I’m done feeling like a visitor,” he finishes softly. “I want to belong somewhere and I want that place to be with you.”
The words hit me with a force I’m not ready for—sweet, hopeful, and overwhelming in the best way. The idea of him here—every morning, and every night—rushes through me like a warm shock. Thrilling, terrifying, yet beautiful.
And somehow… right.
“I love you,” I whisper. “But let me talk to Arina first, okay? It’s technically her place. I don’t want to make promises without asking.”
He nods, eyes softening. “I love you too, Jainey. More than you know,” he murmurs. “I’ve been wanting to ask for a minute now, but it never felt like the right moment. I have a night shift tonight, but… I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed you to know how much I want this—us.”
