Page 15 of Resisting Your Love

I was nervous about going downstairs to face Levi. How would he think I looked to him dressed this way? I'd be lying if I said I didn't care if he liked the way I dressed or not. I did want his approval since I'd be on his arm as his wife — and his friend. Hopefully, he thought I looked okay. I was stressing way too hard about this.

"Okay, girl. You can do this." I gave myself a pep talk.

I picked my clutch up from the bed and exited the bedroom. With my heart pounding, I made my way down the stairs. Levi stood with his back to me and his hands shoved in his pockets. I hoped I hadn't kept him waiting too long. He must have heard my heels because he turned around. I saw the way his eyes traveled down my body, causing my breathing to get stuck in my throat. I didn't know what to make of the look he gave me. It wasunexpected, but it warmed me as if it were a blanket caressing my skin. I shivered at the thought.

Levi stepped closer to me. "Wow, you look good as hell," he complimented.

I blushed, dropping my head before I lifted it back up. "Thank you. You don't look half bad yourself."

The man looked good as hell in a pair of black slacks and a white button-down shirt. Levi had shades on his face, covering his eyes. He had recently gotten a haircut and trimmed his goatee. He told me he was going to grow his beard out to see how he'd look. I told him not to because he looked good with his goatee. His light-skinned face was shining from the lotion he had on it.

He brushed off imaginary lint before he popped his collar. "I know this."

I rolled my eyes. "So conceited."

We shared a laugh.

"Are you ready to go?"

I nodded. "Yes. Let's go face the music."

He grunted, and I followed him out of the house.

The party was in full swing when we showed up. Once we stepped in, all eyes seemed to be on us. I suddenly grew nervous all over again, not liking the fact that so many people had their eyes on me. It felt like I was the center of attention. I was about to run out of there, but Levi tightened his hand around mine. It was nothing to jerk away from him, but I wouldn't.

I gazed at him with troubled eyes. His eyes held a look that said I could trust him, so that was what I was going to do. His parents came toward us, as well as a dark-skinned girl with asmile on her face. It made me wonder who she was to Levi. Just then, a man came walking toward us as well. Both of them looked so familiar to me. Then it hit me. I saw them at the wedding.

Levi introduced us, and I found out the girl was his cousin, and the man was his best friend. Once everyone got acquainted, Levi and I mingled with everyone else. He was introducing me as his wife.

I sighed in relief when we were able to finally take our seats. Levi glanced over at me and chuckled.

"It is always like that. It takes a while until you can finally sit down and relax. Since these people don't know you, they wanted an introduction," he explained.

I nodded, understanding. "It's all good. I'm just happy to get off my feet."

He glanced down at the heels I had on. "Nobody told you to wear those high heels that high. That's your fault."

I rolled my eyes. "I know whose fault it is. When are they serving dinner? I'm hungry."

He grunted, shaking his head. "That's nothing new."

I playfully glared at him. "Whatever."

Over the past month, Levi had been saying a lot that I ate too much, which I did. Since I could remember, I always had something to eat in my mouth. My mother always called me Little Worm since I was a tiny child. It made me wonder what Levi thought of me.

I shook my head at that thought. I needed to stop trying to see what this man thought of me. We were only friends.

Later that night, it was time for the dance. I gulped, wondering if Levi and I were going to dance together.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked.

I met his stare and shrugged. "Do you normally dance with someone when you are here?"

"Whenever I show up, yes, I do."

I gnawed my bottom lip. "Okay, we can dance."

A sly smirk spread on his lips. It had me wondering what he was up to. The couples on the dance floor were dancing too close. Would he expect us to dance that close as well? He got up from his chair and held out his hand for me to take. Once I did, he pulled me out of my chair, and we made our way to the dance floor.

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