Page 44 of The Holiday Fail

But then I caught Levi’s eyes. He was watching me carefully, brown eyes warm and sparkling as he waited for my answer. Any thoughts of rejecting him flew out the window, so I nodded.

Levi’s eyes brightened even more as his mouth curved with a smile. His dimples appeared. He was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

I flipped us over so I was on top and plopped a smooch on his right dimple. Levi laughed as his hands roamed down my chest, following my treasure trail to his eager prize.

I’d never been this horny for someone since my teens, but Levi had me burning and wanting more of him.

This round was quick, as we were both tired. I’d jerked usoff until he came screaming into my neck, and I followed soon after, painting both our chests with white-hot essence.

Feeling boneless, I was tempted to sleep like this, cum drying in my pubes and all, but Levi seemed just fine as he shot out of bed. I groaned in protest, wanting him to come back and snuggle so I could have a good night’s sleep.

I determinedly ignored the implications of needing him with me to sleep well. It was because his sleeping beside me was ASMR, a sleepingmukbang, if you will. And that was exactly what I was going to keep telling myself.

Levi smoothed back my bangs and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, then turned away. I watched his hips sway and butt jiggle seductively with every step. If it was physically possible, my dick would probably stand up tall and wag like a dog’s tail to let the entire world know what a whore it was for Levi.

A couple minutes later, Levi padded back into the room with a hand towel in his hands. It was warm and damp against my skin as he gently wiped me clean.

Nobody had ever taken care of me like this, definitely not my parents. They left me to my own devices as soon as I was able to take care of myself and haven’t shown me any parental care since.

My past lovers usually sought what I could do for them rather than the other way around, so Levi’s actions were foreign, almost unnatural to me, but also so warming like he’d wrapped up my inner child in a bubble of warm cotton and love.

Love.

I quickly pushed that thought out of my head because the wordloveshouldn’t be used anywhere in this relationship. It was just casual, having a little fun before I had to get back to my real life in the city…

He tossed the hand towel to the ground before crawling back into bed. He tugged the covers over us, made sure to tuck one end under my empty side, and tucked himself into my other side.

Pressing a kiss to the area he’d bitten earlier, he whispered a soft ‘goodnight,’ and then snuggled closer into the nook of my neck. A few minutes later, soft snores came from him as his warm breath hit my skin.

I fell asleep, feeling warm and comfortable, and thinking that this felt anything butcasual.

But I didn’t hate it either.

Chapter Nineteen

ANDY

The next day, I debated whether I should bail on the pumpkin carving event with Levi later. Things had felt a little too personal last night, and though I didn’t hate it, I was worried that maybe I was getting a little too attached. Maybe some space would do both of us some good?

I could tell him I was coming down with something. That would be a good excuse to sleep separately too, but the thought of not having him tucked into my side tonight didn’t appeal to me at all. And whenever Levi dropped by the kitchen when he was free, excitedly chatting about the pumpkins that were just delivered or the fact that all ten rooms at the B&B had signed up for the event tonight, I couldn’t bear to be the one to ruin his mood.

Time slowly ticked down until the evening service was over, and I still couldn’t bring myself to bail on tonight. I cleaned up the kitchen while rattling sounded from the dining room. Levi had popped in to say he was going to set up for the pumpkin carving, which would take place in the dining room since it was the largest room in the B&B.

I quickly finished my task and headed out to help Levi set up. Peter and Henry had taken an early night and went out to town for a date, so Levi was the only one running this event. He’d already set a large tarp on the floor in the middle of the room and pulled the tables together to make one large one.

We carried about thirty pumpkins into the room and lined them up against the back wall for our guests to choose the one they wanted. They ranged from being as big as anInstant Potto tinier ones that were probably meant for the kids. Afterwards, we readied each spot with the tools needed for tonight.

“Have you carved a pumpkin before?” Levi asked as he set the last station with tools. How they even had this many pumpkin carving utensils was a wonder.

“Nah. My family never really celebrated Halloween.”

Or any holiday, for that matter. But I didn’t tell him that.

Levi’s eyes bugged out at my answer, and I laughed, remembering that he must be fond of this holiday if he thoughtThe Nightmare Before Christmaswas a Halloween movie and not a Christmas one.

“We’re definitely going to change that tonight!” he exclaimed, then ran to where the pumpkins were lined up and examined them until he found one he was satisfied with and proudly brought it back over to me.

“I picked the best one out for you. Don’t worry. With me to guide you, you’ll be a pumpkin carving pro in no time,” he said with a confident pat on his chest.

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