Page 109 of Fallen Stars

“Anything sound good?”

His expression brightens. The corner of his mouth twitches, a half smile tugging up his lips for a second.

Damn, I missed his smile.

“I would kill for some pizza and a Pepsi.”

Laughter bubbles in my chest and spills from my lips. God, it feels good to laugh again.

Pulling out my phone, I call the pizza place around the corner. With the fall festival crowd and the main drag of Granite Parkway closed, it’ll take forever to get here, but I don’t care.

“Hey, Jenny, it’s Ollie.”

The manager rambles on about the crowd and jokes about running out of cheese. As often as I order, I’d usually go backand forth with her or give her a hard time about business being so good.

But not tonight.

“Can I order a couple pizzas and sodas for delivery?”

“It’ll be an hour or more.”

Glued at my side, his hand still in mine, Levi visually roams the apartment.

“Not a problem.”

“Okay. Fine.”

“I need a Pepsi, Cherry Coke, and two large pizzas, both with roasted garlic, grilled onions, and pineapple.”

Levi’s gaze snaps to mine. I don’t hear anything Jenny says.

“That’s all,” I say, hoping it answers whatever she asked. “Cash.” I rattle off my phone number and address then disconnect the call.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Levi whispers, his brows twitching and chin quivering.

I shrug. “You know I’ll eat any kind of pizza.” I stroke the length of his thumb with mine. “But yours is my favorite.”

His fingers threaded with mine, grip impossibly tight. “Thanks… I guess.”

“You have good taste.” I tip my head toward the couch. “Want to sit?”

He gives a gentle tug of my hand and leads me across the room. Warmth floods my chest as we sit and his thigh brushes mine. Still connected, he strengthens his hold.

His gaze drops to our hands as he lifts his other and starts tracing my fingers, my knuckles, and up to my wrist. Fire dances under my skin where he touches me. Electricity crackles in my veins and wakes dormant parts of my body. My pulse zings and my breathing stutters as he caresses me with unmatched tenderness.

I open my mouth to tell him how much I missed his touch but snap it shut when he speaks up first.

“There’s no good time to do this…”

My heart falls to my feet.

No.

“I want to tell you about… my abduction.”

Mentally, I sag with relief. Not that hearing about his time in captivity is something I relish. But it sure as hell beats what I thought he was going to say—that he didn’t want to be together.

Lifting my other hand, I cradle both of his. “Only if you want to.”

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