Page 136 of Perfect Storm
“Where are you going?” Aidan asked. Three quarters of his brain was panicking, because hehadn’tdone a good job expressing his feelings—shocking, really—though one quarter was cheering because why else would Levi be pissed if he didn’t care?
If he didn’t care, he’d just leave Aidan to Mo.
“I told you,” Levi ground out, “I can’t listen to you telling me you want Mo. That who you really love is him. I know you do. You told me. And I was too stupid to listen.”
Aidan grabbed his arm right before he opened the front door. “Youarebeing stupid,” he said.
Levi made a face and tried to shake him free, but Aidan wouldn’t let go.
Riley had told him he wasAidan Flynn, and hewas.He wasn’t going to let his stupid guy go, no matter how ridiculous he was being.
“Just let me go,” he begged.
“I’m trying to fucking tell you that you don’thaveto,” Aidan ground out. “If you would wait for a single second, I’d tell you that I know if I gave it a go with Mo, it would only be out of obligation, because I loved him before. He’s not who I wantnow.”
Levi froze.
“You stupid man,” Aidan said, and it was nothing like how he’d envisioned it, no roses or candlelight or sweet words, “you’rewho I want.”
“What?” Levi asked, jaw dropped.
“I loveyou,” Aidan said. He was, no question, the tallest guy in the world. He’d gotten the words out, and once he’d said them, he realized just how true they were.
“I love you,” he repeated, because now that heknew, it was like he couldn’t stop saying it, especially when Levi was gazing at him like he’d just gone seventeen and zero in the regular season, and the Lombardi trophy was practically in his hands already.
“I’m stupid? You’re the stupidest. I love you so fucking much,” Levi said and kissed him.
Levi didn’t think anyone would blame him for lifting his mouth every five seconds, even though he hadAidan Flynnunderneath him, squirming like he was dying for it, despitejusthaving sex, to say,again, “I love you.”
They’d stumbled to the bedroom—totheirbedroom, Levi was already calling it in his head, his heart full of joy—and Aidan had barely managed to wrench his pink shorts off, before they’d fallen into each other.
It hadn’t been particularly pretty or memorable. Except that yes, Levi decided, ithadbeen. The first orgasm he’d ever had while being in love and being loved in return.
Who cared if it was the most basic handjob, if Aidan had been looking at him likethatduring it? Like he was everything Aidan wanted, the look in his dark blue eyes making Levi breathless with joy.
Aidan grinned. “You gonna keep saying it?”
“You gonna stop me?”
Even though Aidan tucked his head into the crook of Levi’s neck, he could feel how big Aidan’s smile still was. “Might try.”
“Nah, you won’t,” Levi said smugly. “You like it.”
Aidan hummed under his breath, agreeing without words.
Levi’s hand stroked his back, wondering as he did how Aidan’s skin could be so soft when he showered so often in the crappy practice facilities.
“I’m gonna have to tell Mo about this,” Aidan murmured into the silence.
Levi, who’d spent the last forty-eight hours eating his heart out with jealousy over the guy and what he’d believedhehad that Levi never, ever would, suddenly felt horribly bad for the guy.
“Shit, yeah,” Levi mumbled. There was more he wanted to ask—more he probably should know about that whole situation—but he was afraid to puncture the blissful bubble with Mo-related questions.
“Not right away, but at some point,” Aidan clarified.
“What did you tell him?” Levi gave up; he couldn’t help it.Did you tell him about me?
“Just that I was surprised. Shocked, really. I thought about telling him about you, but I didn’t. Didn’t know if I should.” Aidan made a self-deprecating noise. He’d probably handled it better and with more grace than lots of other people would’ve, but no big surprise, he was being hard on himself.
