Page 68 of Perfect Storm
“You can’t be this dense,” Levi said again.
Oh, he wasn’t dense. But Levi hadn’t eversaid. He’d just shown up here in Toronto with his easy smiles and teasing little asides and ridiculous short shorts andwhat? Expected Aidan to understand?
Well, Aidan didn’t fucking understand.
One second they were standing apart and the next Aidan’s temper, already boiling, snapped. He pushed Levi right upagainst the entryway wall, the way he’d been thinking about, the way he’d never expected to actuallydo, and Levi, built like a tank, justwent.
Gazing at Aidan the whole time like Aidan should’ve been in on the joke the whole fucking time.
Newsflash, hehadn’tbeen.
If he had been . . .well, Aidan couldn’t say that he’d have ended up in Levi’s bed or vice versa much sooner, but who was he kidding? It would’ve happened.
One word from Levi, and he’d have been there, panting and eager.
“Bro,” Levi said, voice breathless now.
“God, you keep fuckingsayingthat,” Aidan bit off. “I’m not yourbro. I’m not related to you at all. I don’twantfor you to be related to me. I want—”
He couldn’t finish.
Heneededto finish.
“You should’ve said,” Aidan said finally. He swallowed hard. His hands were still pinning Levi’s shoulders to the wall, but Levi had never looked less bothered in his life. In fact he looked like, well, he looked like he was waiting for Aidan to close the last few inches between them and kiss him.
But Aidan wasn’t fucking doing that. Not before he understood what the hell was going on.
“Idid say,” Levi said.
“No, you came here, and you didn’t say anything. Like no big deal that we . . .that we . . .” Aidan swallowed hard again. He couldn’t seem to get a breath, and his mouth wassodry. He should’ve detoured into the kitchen for water. But it was too late for that now.
It was too late for everything now.
“And here you’re getting mad at me for not saying it,” Levi teased softly, fondness radiating out from his expression.
“I can say it,” Aidan argued. But that was the biggest problem, wasn’t it? He wanted it so bad, but the words weren’t enough anymore. He had to justdoit.
Levi raised an eyebrow. “Can you though?”
Aidan kind of hated him. But that didn’t change anything either. He still craved Levi so much it physically hurt to not just lean in and take exactly what he wanted.
“We kissed,” Aidan said, tongue too big for his mouth. “We kissed, in Michigan.”
“Yeah, we did,” Levi said, nodding.
But Aidan knew he wasn’t done. Levi had said he couldn’t do it, but hecould. He could force the words out from between his uncooperative lips, even though the whole stupid exercise had started becauseLeviwouldn’t say it.
He could make Levi do it. Hecould. But he wouldn’t.
“And, we promised we’d . . .” God, his throat wassofucking dry. “We’d have sex. You’d have sex with me. Um. Yeah. We would. In a year.”
“It hasn’t been a year.” Levi’s tone was gentle but pointed.
“No, no of course not.” God, he hadn’t lasted even two months. Embarrassment curled through his stomach. Scorching. Dizzying.
Humiliation that he was this into it—intoLevi—shouldn’t be this hot.
He curled his fingers into Levi’s shoulders. He was so big, so solid. Aidan could push him over and over, and he’d never budge.
