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“See, your words say one thing, but your actions say something completely different,” I groan, scrubbing a hand over my face.

Levi grins at me and gives me a one shoulder shrug. His hands reach for the waistband of his pants next and my eyes widen. I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t drool, but nonetheless, I watch as he shimmies his pants down, taking his socks off in the process too.

“I sleep in my underwear,” he says.

The outline of his cock is even more visible with just one layer left, and holy hell. It’s bigger than I imagined. I swallow hard and bring my gaze back up to his face.

“Good night, then!” I yelp, turning to the door.

Levi laughs and catches my wrist. “Stay, please.”

His green eyes bore into mine and I melt a little. “Sleep only,” I say, pointing a finger at him.

He catches it with his free hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the pad of my finger. “Promise.”

I nod, enthralled. “I should go change first,” I say, looking down at my leggings and polo.

“Or you could wear one of my shirts,” he says, voice deeper all of a sudden.

I squint at him. “Is that a thing for you?” I ask in a sultry tone, running a hand through his hair and tipping his head back.

His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I raise an eyebrow, tugging at the roots just a little.

“That day you moved in; I wanted to put the socks on your feet myself. The sight of you in my sweatshirt…” he growls.

“Good to know,” I say sweetly and let go of his hair. Stepping back, I turn for his closet and root around for a plain T-shirt. I find a dark green one that’s slightly longer than a regular shirt. I bite my lip and without overthinking it too much, I pull off my shirt and leggings, leaving them in a pile by his closet.

I look over my shoulder at Levi where he’s shifted to rest against the headboard, hands folded over his toned stomach. His throat bobs again as he takes in the view of my ass in a pair of lacy boy shorts. They’re black and sexy and I thank all my lucky stars I decided to wear them today.

With a smirk, I reach back and unclasp my matching lacy bra, dragging the straps down my arms until it dangles off my right pointer finger. I wink at him over my shoulder and drop it to the floor.

“Fuck,” he says. “You’re torturing me, Sunshine.”

“I would never,” I say in an innocent voice. With my back still to him, I put on his shirt, biting back a moan at the feel of the soft material grazing my pebbled nipples. I’m so turned on.

The bottom of the shirt hits my mid-thigh, and only then do I turn around and pad around to the other side of the bed. Levi watches my every movement, eyes glancing to my chest, then back at my face.

Nostrils flaring, he throws the comforter back, making room for me to join him in the bed. I press my knees into the mattress and slowly crawl to his side. I grin, leaning in. Levi turns, bringing his lips closer to mine, but I stop him with a hand on his jaw. Then, I turn his head the other way, kiss his cheek and whisper, “Good night.”

I slowly blink my eyes open. The comforter is heavy around me, and my legs are trapped by… two cats, one on either side.

I smile and let my head fall back to the pillow. The weight on top of the comforter shifts and my gaze drops to my waist where Levi’s arm is slung on top of me. The previous night comes back to me in full force—the kiss in the car, the insane tension between us, the way he asked me to stay.

After I kissed him good night, he did as promised and kept his hands to himself. I guess at some point during the night, he must have shifted over to my side. I slowly take my arm out of the comforter and place my hand on top of his forearm, gently stroking the hair on his golden skin.

The sheets rustle with his movement and his arm closes tighter around my body. I smile into my pillow and shift back, shimmying until his chest is pressed to my back.

“Morning,” his deep voice says against the back of my neck.

“I don’t think this counts as keeping your hands to yourself,” I whisper, turning my head just a little to see his reaction.

His wavy brown hair falls across his forehead, and he opens one eye to peer at me. Levi’s lips twitch in amusement and he sighs. “Sure it does. The hand is over the comforter. If anything, you’re the one touching me.”

I look down and realize I’m still stroking his arm. My face heats and I stop, but he catches the back of my wrist and slides his hand down until our fingers are interlocked.

“I don’t think I can go this whole weekend without a little touching.” He dips his head down to kiss my shoulder.