Page 53 of The Love Ambush
“I’ve got a high tolerance,” Hester says.
“But it’s a mellow high,” Morris says. “No need to worry.”
“Can you walk?” Levi asks. “Or do you want to carry me? I mean, do you want me to carry you?”
By concentrating, I manage to lift my head. The room spins in circles around the ceiling moon, and it makes me laugh. “I feel like my head is floating off my body.”
“Great,” Brodie says. “Now get up.”
Levi is suddenly standing next to my chair, with his hands out to help me up. I put my hands in his, but when he pulls me up, he falls down and I fall on top of him.
“You make a very comfortable bed,” I say as I snuggle against his chest.
“We can just sleep here,” Levi says. “You can go with Daphne, Brodie.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Brodie says and exhales a belabored sigh.
He grabs my arm and lifts me off Levi like I’m a spaghetti noodle. “You’re too strong,” I say. “You’ve been spending too much time in the gym.”
Brodie ignores me and yanks Levi up next.
“Did I ever tell you I love you, Brodie?” Levi says.
“Let’s play a game,” Brodie says. “It’s called who can get to the car first.”
Levi is a Sullivan, so he’s unable to turn down a dare, contest, or bet. “Sorry, but you’re going to lose,” he says to me before he takes off running at full speed.
I chase after him, because his cockiness is stupidly sexy and I need to beat him so badly he never makes me run like this again. Because I’m halfway down the hall, and it’s getting really hard to breathe.
“Brodie,” I yell. “Brodie.”
“I’m right here, dumbass,” Brodie says.
“Someone stole the air. I can’t breathe.”
He puts an arm around my shoulders and steers me forward. “It’s the altitude. It’s harder to breathe up here. And you’re high as fuck.”
We find Levi near the exit doors, bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. “What’s wrong with the air here, man?”
“High altitude. Put your coats on.”
Like magic, he produces not only our coats, but our hats, and gloves, and scarves.
“You’re amazing, Brodie,” I say.
“Glad you think so.” He drags us out into the night and puts us in his fancy car.
The drive is the prettiest I’ve ever taken. The stars are visible overhead and seem to be shooting through the sky, like my own personal light show. “Do you see that? Isn’t it amazing?” I ask Levi.
“So amazing.”
I turn to him, but he’s not looking out the window, he’s staring at me.
“You’re not looking at the stars.”
“In the dark, your face glows like the moon,” he says.
“Let’s play a new game,” Brodie says from the front. “It’s called who can be the quietest.”
