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“I’m too wired to sleep. Do you want a drink?” Levi asks, heading to the bar cart in the living room. “I need one,” he says before I have a chance to answer.

“I do too.”

“Wine?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Something stronger.”

“Vodka and tonic on ice?”

I nod.

He introduced me to drink, and right now, a stiff drink is exactly what the doctor ordered.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“I am,” I nod. “I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”

“I’ll reheat the leftover pizza from last night.”

“That sounds good.”

“Go change into something clean and I’ll take care of the drinks.”

“Okay.”

I turn to leave, but stop.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say, but I hesitate.

Levi cocks his head to the side when I remain rooted in silence.

“What is it?” he asks, frowning.

I don’t answer.

“Jules,” he presses.

I plaster a warm expression on my face so as not to give away the turmoil inside.

“Thank you for everything,” I chicken out.

So much has transpired tonight. So many emotions. The last thing I want is for him to run away screaming if I use the L word.

“You’re mine,” he says, his eyes like pools of blue ink, “I take care of you.”

God, those words are like a cyclone, causing an intense experience throughout my body, bordering on electrifying.

He approaches me.

“Are we clear on that?” he asks.

I offer a shy smile. “We are.”

“Now, go,” he gestures.

I run up to his room––our room––to change and run back down.

As I reach the last step, a crashing sound has me jumping out of my skin.

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