Page 72 of Leviticus
"Not butt stuff, you Neanderthal. It was journals," I explained with a smile on my face. "The journals that changed everything."
"Journals? What the hell does that mean?"
"It was stacks of journals that she had written over years of time," I explained.
"Wow. Riveting stuff," Ollie deadpanned.
"You have no idea. Those journals, I learned about my wife from them. About who she is. Who she's always been," I said, and even I could hear the dreamy quality to my voice.
"You fell in love with your wife through those journals, didn't you?" Gone was the teasing tone from my brother. This was the serious version of Ollie.
"No. I didn't," I answered quietly, draining the last of my drink and setting the glass on the desk.
"I don't believe that for a second, Levi. You definitely fell in love with her."
"Not by reading her journals. That came later."
I hung up the phone, the words that had just escaped my lips still hanging on the air. I wanted to dissect them, or perhaps pack them away in a box that I could hide deep within myself for a later date when I had time to process it. The latter seemed like a better option.
Turning off the lights I had turned on, I made my way back to our bedroom, Ruth's form, still lit by moonlight, rested against her pillow all snuggled up in the blankets. I stripped off my own robe and joined her, needing to be close to her. As I snuggled in close, breathing in her scent, she spoke.
"Levi?" she questioned quietly in the darkness of our room.
"Mmm?" I murmured, cuddling into her further and feeling the vestiges of sleep already filtering in through my brain.
"What exactly is butt stuff?"
I stopped short, my eyes popping open before laughter hit me hard.
"Oh, lovely. That is a lesson for another day," I chuckled sleepily.
"Promise?" she whispered, her body relaxing into my arms.
"Oh, I definitely promise."
One week later...
How had thirty days passed so quickly? Well, technically not thirty days had passed. We still had today. Day thirty. I lay there in bed, with the moon still high in the sky and the sun nowhere in sight, thinking about time. The morning had yet to technically begin, but still I could not sleep. I felt fidgety, anxious, and somewhat unnerved. I had no real reason to feel that way.
Hell, Ruth and I had grown closer than ever of the past several days, spending our time touching one another. We explored each other’s bodies, both in the bedroom and in the playroom. Both as Sir and submissive and as Levi and Ruth.
My brothers had calmed down with their texting and phone calls after Ollie and I had talked. I missed talking to them, but I had been so preoccupied with Ruth that the time had just flown by. Today was our last day. Our last day alone. I was not ready to bear the brute of force that was surely coming our way when our honeymoon was officially over tomorrow.
Thirty days.
How my thought process had changed. I had once thought that surviving it would be impossible. Now I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay here wrapped up in our little cocoon of bliss for as long as possible. There was also the issue of my feelings. My feelings for her. I felt awkward just thinking about it. On one hand, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I was pulled to her like some unseen force, like gravity. Yet, the thought of the depth of these emotions had me recoiling. This wasn't what I had planned. And there was just so much we did not yet know. Like what life would be like when this was over; when we had left Zion and started a new life somewhere else. How would that change things? Would she get a taste for the outside world and discover she no longer needed me? Would she decide I was just the best option for the situation and that the world held far greater things for her? Far greater people?
The thought of her no longer kneeling for me felt like a knife to the chest. Imagining her not being there to writhe and moan under my fingers, under my touch felt unbearable. But the thought of not having this? Of not having her here beside me in the dark of night as we slept under the moonlight, nestled up together — that thought nearly broke my soul. And how exactly was I supposed to ignore such feelings?
Fucking feelings.
"Levi?" Ruth whispered beside me, pulling me from my musings.
"Yes?" I responded quietly, turning in towards her and pulling her back in to my chest. She wiggled that delectable ass backwards until she fit me like a puzzle piece.
"Why are you still awake?" she questioned, her voice raspy with sleep.
"Because it's hard to sleep when you're next to me, naked, warm, inviting..." I murmured, pressing kisses along the back of her shoulders.
