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As exhilarating as what we did was, it also shifted our relationship significantly. Yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it.

“Good, because I don’t think I can let you go after that.” He nips at my lip. “Have a good shift, Teddy Bear.” Levi squeezes my ass—hard—before heading toward the showers.

“I thought you already had one?” I call after him, watching his muscles shift with every step.

“Someone left me needing round two.”

With those parting words, he disappears from view.

I’m a few feet from my car when I notice a small piece of paper tucked beneath one of the windshield wiper blades. Weird. That wasn’t there before.

I pull it free and unfold it.

The word SLUT! is scrawled in thick, black marker.

Frowning, I scan the parking lot, but only my car and Levi’s are there.

I should be more concerned about the slur left on my car, but still riding the high of the moment, I crumple the paper in my hand.

Once in my car, I toss it into the small garbage container in the console and put it out of my mind.

21 | LEVI

“Tell me again what you do to prevent injuries,” Bear murmurs, watching as my hand travels lazily up her thigh.

I try to focus on her words, but with her bare legs across my lap, it’s hard not to get distracted by her smooth, golden skin.

She’s been firing off questions for the last forty minutes. Unfortunately, my brain dropped to my dick about ten minutes ago.

She slaps my hand away when I start toying with the hem of her denim skirt.

“Focus, Levi.” The smile on her face contradicts the sternness in her voice. “I’m meeting with my professor next week and need to show her my progress.”

“How can I concentrate on anything when your legs are righthere?” I’m genuinely curious as to what the answer is because right now, my mind is blank.

No, scratch that, it’s not blank. It’s utterly consumed with the girl in front of me. And I’m having a hard time focusing on anything else.

My mind drifts to yesterday in the locker room, and my dick twitches at the memory of having her come on my tongue. It’s only been twenty-four hours, and I’m already craving more of her.

God, the way it felt when her lips claimed mine. If I never had to come up for air, I would have spent hours kissing her.

“Should I cover them up?” Bear grabs the checkered blanket draped over the back of the couch, but I pull it out of her reach.

“No. Not happening,” I grumble.

She throws her head back with a laugh.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“You’re being ridiculous,” she says. “They’re just legs.”

“No, they’re not. They’reyourlegs.”

“What difference does it make?”

“A lot, actually.”

“Either way, hands off the legs and mind on the task at hand, please.”

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