Page 3 of Levi

Neither does my uncle though, seeing as he still treats me like an immature child not ready to make big-kid decisions when all I’ve ever done is chase my dreams. Why isn’t that enough for him? Does it make Ally so much better because she has a job and a boyfriend?

Not my fault I work a lot and the only guy I spend my time with isn’t interested in dating me.

But what if it was for a good cause? What if…

No, this is a horrible idea.

But is it?

I mean, it doesn’t seem like a better idea to let him ruin this team by pulling Levi away from Nashville and his family.

Fuck.

I mean…he might go for it, if it was all just for show…maybe?

Just call him…the worst he can say is no.

Begrudgingly, I pull my phone from my bag, looking around to make sure that Ally and Uncle Ronnie are still gone before pulling up the name I rarely contact. I can’t believe I’m doing this. With my thumb hovering over the name, I take a deep breath before clicking it and typing out a quick text.

Me: Hi. We need to talk.

Levi: Talk? We don’t really do that.

Me: I’m serious. I need to see you.

Levi: You in town?

Me: No.

Levi:…

Levi: We don’t make plans, Q. That’s not part of our deal.

Me: Fuck our deal. I’m in town in two weeks and we need to talk.

Me: In fact, if we don’t talk, it could cost you your career.

Not wanting to see him start typing his response, I toss my phone like a hot potato into my purse with a squeal I’m sure my sister could hear, but truthfully, I don’t think she’d be concerned.

The anxiety of not knowing what he’ll say to that is almost enough to send me into a full blown spiral. Levi and I have a very complicated relationship that doesn’t exactly fit into a neat little box. He was my best friend—and almost my brother-in-law.

But he’s also the guy I meet up with a couple of times a year for mind-blowing orgasms when we’re in the same city.

So yeah…there’s that.

That’s the kicker about Levi. He’s my ex-best friend and my current fuck buddy, and both come with their own set of memories that I’m very fond of. The way his messy brown hair falls over his eyes as he buries his face between my legs, or the savage little smirk he gives me when he knows I’m about to come.

Even more are the memories of the way he’d look when he received a text he didn’t like, whether from my sister or about his nana. I could always tell when it was one of those because he would get a look that told me he was overwhelmed. Over the years when we would “hang out,” he’d periodically get those messages—but I could never say anything because it wasn’t my place.

Plus, I wasn’t supposed to know about his nana.

No one else noticed these changes though, or at least if they did, they never acted like it. They all just sort of figured he was just quiet, but I knew better. The way he’d bite his lip as he’d read the messages over and over, his foot bouncing in a way that I knew meant he was overwhelmed as he typed out a response. He was a ball of tension just ready to snap, but once the conversations were done, he was usually back to his happy-go-lucky self and making everyone laugh.

Grabbing my phone, I flip it over with another squeal, covering my eyes with one hand when I see that he responded.

Levi: Fucking hell, Q. Call when you’re in town.

Me: *Finger gun* gif

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