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They crawled into bed, and for a second, Levi seemed like he was going to keep to his side in a way he rarely did, then he turned over, sliding a hand over Aidan’s hip.
“You know if you still want to talk about it—the Mo stuff—you can,” Levi said quietly, his expression hard to see in the dark.
“I know.” Aidan hesitated. He wanted to say more, but what could he say? He’d just freaked out internally because Levi had tried to give him space he didn’t want. “When there’s something I need to say, I’ll say it.”
Levi was quiet for a long moment. “Alright,” he said.
This too, Aidan realized, was about trust.
Trust that when Aidan had something to say, he’d say it. But it didn’t just go one way. Aidan was going to have to trust that when he figured out what the fuck he was doing, when hedidfind the words, Levi would be willing to listen to them.
Levi leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Aidan’s cheek. “It’s all good. Go to sleep,” he murmured.
And to Aidan’s surprise, he closed his eyes and actually did.
Chapter 18
Leviwasnotjealous.
He wasnotjealous.
But two nights ago, he’d watched Mo lead Aidan to the library at Vault, clearly intending for the two of them to have a private conversation, and ever since, Aidan had been . . .off.
Quieter than usual. Intense. And the most damning piece of evidence of all: Levi might still be in Aidan’s bed, but other than some kissing and a hug thatLevihad initiated, there’d been zero orgasms.
Aidan hadn’t touched him since whatever he and Mo had discussed.
It was freaking Levi out.
The last time he’d checked, Mohadn’treturned Aidan’s feelings for him, so Levi shouldn’t have been worrying—but he couldn’t help it.
He liked Aidansomuch. Maybe even loved him. Probablydidlove him, if he was being honest with himself, and if this horrible crawling feeling in the base of his stomach was to be believed.But he’d thought he hadtimeto deal with it. To slowly, carefully, relentlessly seduce not just Aidan’s body, but his heart, too.
Then Mo had shown up, and at first that hadn’t really seemed like a big problem.
It felt like a big problem now.
A problem Levi didn’t know how to solve. A problem he couldn’t even ask Aidan about, because Aidan seemed entirely predisposed tonottalking about it.
Even practice today, the typical Tuesday-after-a-game grind, hadn’t distracted him sufficiently to keep him from worrying about it.
“You’re still glowering.”
Levi looked over at Trevor. “Yeah. So?”
“Are we going to kick Mo Jeffries’ ass? Is this what this is about?”
Levi rolled his eyes. Trevor had never kicked someone’s ass a day in his life. He was on the painfully straight and narrow path and committed to sticking to it, probably because Lane was so devoted to the opposite.
“Are you even sure you know what that means?” Levi asked. He’d much rather discuss how Trevor was a beast on the football field but ridiculously mild-mannered off of it.
“Come on, dude, Iknow. ’Course I’m not sure I’d be able to take him alone. But if you joined in . . .”
“Wouldn’t it be the opposite? Wouldn’t it bemetaking Mo and you joining in?”
Trevor shot Levi an embarrassed look. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Yeah, don’t go around admitting that,” Levi said.
