Page 50 of Levi

That’s when I remember last night—the way Levi knew exactly what I needed to lose myself, and boy, did he deliver. Last night, I couldn’t think about anything but the way his words lit me on fire, the way his touch fueled the flames until the only thing I could focus on was how we were together. The way we burned brighter together than apart.

That thought hits me right as the rest of the memories of last night come flooding back. How I went to dinner with my family, expecting the worst, yet somehow, it was even more awful than I anticipated.

The worst part of the night was seeing the hate in my sister’s eyes, knowing I had no idea what I'd ever done to deserve that from her.

My big sister. My first best friend. My role model—the girl I wanted to grow up and be just like… Yeah, she hates me.

But none of that mattered as Levi and I left the restaurant together, an intense silence between us filled with so many unspoken secrets and plenty of silent arguments as we both processed the night.

Yet the second I looked at Levi, letting him know I needed him to take the control from me, he stepped up to the line, ready to play. Somehow, it was exactly what I'd expected, yet the fear of him turning me down was so intense I nearly ran straight to my room and kicked the door closed.

Thank fuck I didn't. I got plenty of incredible orgasms, snuggles from the big, buff hockey player, and enough conflicting emotions to make even the most levelheaded person a little bratty.

Where the hell is Levi?

Sitting up, I look around and finally find my phone. I open it, hoping maybe he messaged me or something, but I didn't think he had to be at the arena until later this morning.

Unfortunately, I have nothing from Levi, but my phone still has way more messages than I would like to see, especially since they're all from my family.

Uncle Ronnie: I'm really disappointed in the way you behaved at dinner tonight. Your sister has been through a lot, and we all know she doesn't always mean things the way they sound.

Uncle Ronnie: Please call her and try to work on things.

Yeah, that's a no from me, dog.

Worse than my uncle’s texts is the fact that I have two missed calls from my parents, one of which ends in a voicemail where my mom goes on to tell me I need to fix things with my sister because she's upset and it's my job to make sure she's okay.

Like, what?

I didn't do anything except point out the way she treats me and pretends like I'm incapable of doing my job. So again, that's a no from me.

After ignoring those notifications, I see that, of course, Ally had to join the party of turning what should’ve been an amazing day after the night I had with Levi into an absolute shit show.

Ally: Leaving in the middle of dinner? Wow, you really don't care about being the golden child anymore.

Ally: But I guess you were probably fine leaving early. I mean, you were leaving with my leftovers.

Ally: Wonder what would happen if I told him I missed him.

My heart drops, knowing damn well there’s every possibility that he’ll run back to Ally. I mean, yeah, she cheated, but it's Ally. She's sassy, fun, always dressed up, and I'm usually in Converse and a t-shirt, using ChapStick like it's going out of style.

But that's exactly why I can't let all of this get to my head. As much as I'd love to fall into his trap, let his dick convince me these happy feelings can happen outside of the bedroom, I know better. I'm a good fuck. We get along, and it's easy…for now.

As soon as it's not easy, or he finds someone better, I know I'll be moved right back into the friend zone like I'd been for years.

Rolling out of bed, I step my bare feet onto the hardwood. The heated floors he said he installed are instantly my favorite part of the house. Now that I've bummed myself out a bit, I look around, trying to find my clothes from last night. It looks like a tornado went off in this room—clothes are everywhere, and pillows and blankets are thrown off the bed, leaving pretty much just the necessities to sleep and fuck.

Yet somehow, I can't find my clothes anywhere. Except for my bra that's hooked on the side of his TV like he used it as a slingshot. Grabbing his flannel from the chair next to his bed, I button it up enough to be covered, thanking all of the gods that it's long enough to cover my ass. If I’m going to search for my pants, I need coffee first.

At this point, I might need coffee before I even try to talk to someone; I'm still in monster mode.

Walking out into the living room on the hunt for coffee and Levi, hopefully in that order, I freeze in the hall when I hear talking. Well, more like whispering, almost mumbling.

It’s Levi, that much I can tell, but I can't figure out who he's talking to or why he's getting so worked up. All I can hear is his side of the conversation. Either they’re the best whisperers on the face of the planet, or he's on the phone. The only thing I know for sure is that this is definitely not a good phone call, and it’s probably one he's hoping no one is eavesdropping on.

Slipping past the living room he's in, I sneak into the kitchen in search of the biggest mug of coffee I can find.

Except I don't need to search.

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