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The world narrows to this—his hands on me, his mouth devouring me, the way he touches me like I’m something precious.
I don't hear the door slam open.
Not until Levi goes stiff against me, his body instantly going into protection mode, spinning to shield me with his larger frame.
I peek around him, my heart dropping straight into my shoes.
Byron stands in the doorway, frozen, his expression flipping from confused to furious so fast it makes my head spin. His fists clench at his sides, his body practically vibrating with rage.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he demands, his voice low, lethal, like he’s barely hanging on by a thread.
Levi’s whole body goes tight with tension.
I clutch the edge of the desk to stay upright, my pulse hammering in my ears.
This isn’t how it was supposed to happen.
Not like this.
And I realize, with absolute certainty, that everything is about to come crashing down around us.
Chapter 8
Levi
The second I see Byron’s face, my whole body goes tight.
He’s not just angry. He’s wrecked.
And it guts me, because I know exactly what this must look like to him.
Me—his best friend—grinding against his little sister like I’ve been hiding in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
Which isn’t true. But fuck if it doesn’t feel like it might be.
"Byron—" I start, my voice low, trying to calm the air before it combusts.
But it’s too late.
He storms into the room, slamming the door behind him with a crack so loud Serena flinches behind me. I shift, stepping in front of her like a goddamn shield, like my body alone can protect her from the fallout.
"You’re fucking kidding me," Byron growls, coming closer, fists clenched at his sides. "Tell me I didn’t just see what I think I saw."
I shake my head once, jaw tight. "Byron—"
"Don’t." He cuts me off, his voice like a whip. "Don’t fucking say my name like you didn’t just have my sister spread out on your desk."
"Nothing happened," I grit out. "Not yet."
"Not yet?" His voice rises. "You expect that to make it better?"
Behind me, Serena makes a soft, broken sound. She doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of this. This is on me. All on me.
“Byron, listen to me,” I try again, hating how desperate I sound. “It’s not what you think!"
“The hell it isn’t!”
He lunges. His fist catches me clean across the jaw before I even register he’s moving. Pain explodes across my face, but I don’t hit back. I just take it, the way I probably deserve.
