Page 33 of Levi

Apparently, my uncle didn't get that memo, thanks to his wonderful assistant, and he’s now pissed at me because he planned a nice dinner.

Not my fault. She invited me via email, so I declined via email. He can’t blame me that he doesn’t look at his email and his assistant is as useful as tits on a bull.

Between that and the tension in the air with Levi, I'm a hair’s breadth away from a full-on nervous breakdown, yet the only thing that will ground me is his touch.

I miss it. The feeling of his body, the way his dick tastes, the way he'd grip my hair tightly as he'd jerk those last few times deep in my throat.

Fuck. I think I miss pleasuring him more than I miss him pleasuring me, and that sure as hell isn't because he's subpar.

The man couldn't be subpar at anything if he tried. No, I just truly love watching him lose himself, knowing that I may be on my knees, submitting to him, but I'm the one in control.

I used to think it was the other way around and that I was inferior for liking the things I did. Well, inferior or slutty depending on who you ask. It took a lot of time to accept, but Levi was the only one I trusted enough to really let take control—but once I had a taste of it, I craved it.

My eyes watch as everything passes by through the window, all a blur as the longer we drive, the darker it gets. We haven’t seen another car for miles, yet we just keep driving, the radio playing, but I couldn’t tell you a single song I’ve heard. Slowly, the car veers off the road down a dark path that, had I been with anyone else, would’ve had me running for the hills.

Except with Levi, it just feels like another adventure.

When he puts the truck in park, he turns to look at me with a grin. “I know it’s a bit chilly out tonight, but wanna lie in the truck bed?”

“Absolutely,” I say without a second thought. I’ll just demand his body heat if I get cold. That’s one way to break the ice—fucking melt it with our heat.

With that, he's gone, jumping out of the truck and slamming the door then running to my side to open it before I could even consider doing it myself.

Who says chivalry is dead?

Helping me out of the truck, he shuts the door and moves to the open back door. Grabbing a bin from the backseat, he opens it and pulls out pillows and blankets and starts setting up a bed in the back.

I want to be excited because it's adorable, yet all I can think about is how he's doing this with so much ease because this is probably what he does every other weekend.

He says it's just me.

But do I believe him?

Gesturing me over, I follow to where he lifts me up, his giant hands on my hips practically covering my entire stomach. The feeling of being engulfed by him is one of my favorite things about being with Levi. He makes me feel small yet strong. He makes me feel like I could be so vulnerable because he’ll protect me. With ease, he jumps up into the truck, slipping past me until he’s perched against the pillows, patting the spot next to him. “Come on, Angel, let’s look at the stars.”

My traitorous body listens, following his directions like it’s second nature as I scoot up and sit close to him, regardless of my better judgment. Right now, it’s easier to ignore the millions of questions I have for him, pushing them down for a later time because the fear of bursting this little bubble we’ve found ourselves in scares me enough to keep my mouth shut.

Lying down, our heads on the pillow and a blanket thrown over us, we stare at the night sky, the quiet sounds of nature around us intertwining with the sounds of our breathing, and I’m lost in a trance.

“I’ve always loved looking up at the sky with my nana. She said it was her favorite thing to do because it’s one of the things everyone has in common. When we look up, we’re all looking at the same sky. I loved remembering that whenever I was traveling for hockey because I hated leaving my grandparents, especially after my grandpa passed. But Nana reminded me that whenever I got sad, to just look up. It helped me feel close to her and I still love doing it,” Levi says quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself.

“She's a smart lady,” I tell him.

“She is...” He trails off, and we both sit in the comfort of the silence, something I’ve never truly felt with anyone else.

Just being here, sharing the same space as Levi, puts my mind at ease.

“Today was weird,” Levi starts, and my mind immediately begins to race, wondering what happened that made him feel this way.

Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Did I make a fool out of myself? Did I make a fool out of Levi? Fuck. This is why I’m bad at peopling. I stress out way too much and overanalyze absolutely every single one of my interactions, and I probably will for the next three to five business years.

“I didn’t expect her to talk to you so openly tonight. It honestly caught me off guard a bit.”

“What…what do you mean?” I ask when I realize he wasn’t adding on to his statement, instead leaving my mind stuck in a state of limbo, wondering what went wrong.

“She just doesn’t talk like that normally. At least not with anyone who isn’t me or the guys, but she’s known them for years, so it’s not as surprising that she’s willing to share and talk to them,” he says, face towards the stars as I turn just enough to look at him. His beautiful sapphire eyes are lit up by the stars, illuminating the tiny freckles you can barely see on his cheeks. I’ve never really sat and stared at Levi because any time we’ve been this close in the past was only because we were doing the horizontal tango, not talking about our lives.

“I mean, I think I’m pretty easy to talk to,” I say quietly, and he finally turns to look at me.

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