I slap the pizza slice out of his hand, earning a laugh from Sera. But like Levi inferred, this can’t be good. Can it?
“Oh relax,” Sera chuckles, rolling her eyes at me. “It’s me who should be…” her voice trails off as she turns her head towards the door, a hint of guilt swimming in her eyes.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask before she decides to back out.
“It’s…Gio.” She takes a deep breath, blowing the hair out of her face on a long exhale. She looks so beautiful in just her oversized tee and shorts. It’s her go-to outfit when she’s ready to retire the mask she paints on for the rest of the world. I can only imagine the relief she feels when she tosses her pantsuit to the ground—though none of us seem to mind her business attire. She wears those suits like armor to shield her from the world. She doesn’t need that armor when she’s with us, though.
“What about Gio?” Levi asks, taking another bite of his pizza slice.
“First of all, you have to know that what I’m about to say doesn’t change anything.”
My heart rate picks up when she says those words, Levi’s own coming back to haunt me.
“I… I like him. I think…I think I always did, but with what happened the other week…” She takes another choppy inhale. “We kissed. And—“
“And you want to add him into this equation?” Levi questions, gesturing between the three of us.
A blush forms on Sera’s cheeks, her eyes downcast as she nods. I don’t know what she has to be so embarrassed about, though. If anything, it should be me and Levi since we practically made out in front of her while our dicks rubbed against one another’s. It’s no secret that she cares for her bodyguard. She’s been by his side ever since he was shot. We tried to tell her to let him rest, but there’s no stopping her when she sets her mind to something.
I glance at Levi, trying to work out what’s going on in his head before I answer. The silence gives nothing away, but he’s never been a great poker player and I can already see the smile tugging at his lips.
“If it’s something you want to explore, I don’t have a problem with it.”
Yeah, I surprise myself too as soon as the words tumble out.
Levi stares at me, his beautiful mouth agape.
I guess I shocked him, too.
“You can’t seriously be surprised by this?” I laugh at him. “She hasn’t left his side for two weeks!”
“Yeah…” Levi stutters. “I just thought you really cared.”
“I do!” Sera snaps. “But it’s like you two. You both make me feel different things. Luca, you make me feel like I don’t need to be in control all the time. Levi, you make me feel so fucking adored that I don’t think I’ll ever know what it’s like not to be.”
“And Gio?” I ask. It’s more intrigue than jealousy at this point, but I won’t deny that adding another person to this already fucked up situation is going to complicate shit.
Sera grabs my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He makes me feel like my thoughts are more than enough.”
I frown at her answer. In all honesty, I really don’t understand what that means, but to Sera, it means the fucking world… and with the way she smiles as she says it, I know there’s no argument here.
“I’m starting to think this pizza and a movie night wasn’t just for our benefit,” Levi smirks.
“Yeah,” Sera clears her throat. “Well, I haven’t forgotten about last week, either.”
Levi frowns, glancing sideways at me. His attempt to act innocent stings a little. It shouldn’t, but there’s a sharp edge to the way he silently denies all recollection.
“Don’t you dare.” She pins Levi with a stare that I know he’s fighting to avoid.
“What?”
It’s my turn to throw a punch at Levi’s shoulder. He’s taking this ignorance to a whole new level and it’s starting to piss me off. I don’t mind him trying to protect Sera’s feelings, but does he know that he’s doing it at the expense of my own?
“Levi,” Sera huffs, rolling her eyes. “You guys made out in front of me, you were sucking his dick. Three weeks ago you hated each other—”
“Hate is a bit strong,” I mumble.
“You guys had your guns pointed at one another in my courtyard, and now you guys are actually making out!” Sera stifles a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “When did it change?”