She places her fingers underneath my chin to move me back, so I meet her eyes.
“Really. You killed that, Carter. I’m proud of you.” She says softly.
My heart skips a beat as I look into the depths of those green eyes. I’m starting to forget the reason I’m not supposed to like her, and even more, why giving into her would be such a bad idea.
I feel her warm breath against my skin. Her eyes float down to my lips before back up to meet my eyes.
My eyes start to flutter closed before I hear a sudden sound and her warmth disappears.
I glance back to where she’s now standing at the door, her chest heaving, eyes wild.
She points her thumb to the door.
“Yeah, I… I think I’d just better start dinner.” She mumbles moving back inside.
Being at this lake house with her is going to be harder than I thought.
I’m so screwed.
CHAPTER TWENTY
SCARLETT
The pasta is finished. Carbonara. I hope he likes it, though, I couldn’t care less if he doesn't because it’s my favourite. That’s all that really matters.
“Levi.” I call out into the house because, honestly, I have no fucking idea where that man went after the incident earlier.
It all happened so fast. One moment I was supporting him through a teaser and the next, my hand was cupping his jaw and he was leaning in. I’d felt his warm breath against my lips, as he bit his bottom one in anticipation.
Levi Carter. The most insufferable man I have ever met was leaning in to kiss me.
My brain has been spinning ever since.
“Levi.” I call again as I plate our food before moving toward our small dining table.
I hear heavy footsteps pound down the stairs before the man of the hour makes his appearance. Just wearing a black tee and grey sweatpants but, God, does he look divine.
He saunters over, grabbing the bowls out of my hand to carry them the rest of the way.
“Drink, Levi?” I ask as I walk backward toward the kitchen.
He places our bowls on the table before looking up to meet my eyes.
“Uh, yeah. Just a beer thanks.” He says as he sits down at the table while I grab our drinks and head back before sitting down and I hand one over to him.
“So.” I say to break the silence while twirling a piece of pasta onto my fork.
“So.” He echoes as he takes a bite of his own food, gazing into my eyes intensely.
I roll my eyes internally. Typical Levi.
His eyebrows shoot up when the food hits his tongue. “This is actually… really good, Scar.” He mumbles through his mouthful.
My face starts to heat at the… compliment? I think that’s what it was supposed to be anyways.
Though, I scoff. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Cut the shit, Princess. Just accept the compliment and move on. Don’t overthink it.” He mumbles around another mouthful. I can barely understand him. Why can’t he swallow before speaking?
