Page 75 of Holiday on the Rocks
He turned off the shower and as I stood on the rug, he used a towel and dried every inch of me.
Back in my bedroom I grabbed my pajamas from the floor when he caught my wrist and pulled me into bed with him. He lay on his side, and I curled into his warm chest as he wrapped those arms around me. I listened to his soft breathing as I had so many times before.
This was perfect. Was it because we were in a beautiful vacation home in the Christmasy mountains of Colorado? Because we hadn’t discussed anything about our current lives? Because he wanted a few days of action and then would be wheels up on a plane?
He wasn’t in a relationship in Brazil. He didn’t do relationships. I would’ve been certain someone as perfect as Levi would’ve been scooped up by now. Probably multiple times. So the single Levi was in my bed and every part of me today. This was okay.
Then I dozed off and slept like a baby.
But that didn’t happen. First of all, my freaking brain wouldn’t shut off. I rolled over and faced the sleeping man beside me. The moonlight shined in on his thick, messy hair and those amazing lips. I scotched closer so we were nearly chest to chest and eventually fell asleep.
I woke up feeling on top of the world. Maybe that’s because I spent some time on top of Levi at two in the morning. Either way I crawled out of bed and into a hot bubble bath in the soaker tub. I touched my lips still a little swollen from my midnight make out maneuvers and couldn’t remove my dorky smile.
My mind was running endless laps around Levi.
I hopped out of the tub, into my Agolde jeans that make my bum look nice, white American Eagle tee topped off with my fuzzy black cardigan and candy cane earrings. Yes, the holiday spirit was alive and well.
I entered the bedroom to find Levi hopping into his Levis, which I found to be hilarious, before he pulled me into him. “I’ve got to get out of here.” He laced his fingers through mine and spoke quietly. “Let’s get some ointment on your stitches, okay?”
THIRTY-SIX
LEVI
AT IT AGAIN
I cleverly fought every arch of that damn roof and made it to my window without breaking my neck; would not recommend.
I’d left my sliding window opened a crack and locked the door just like I had as a teen when I went to her. I’d made a lot of bad decisions back then, but she was the one right turn I’d taken.
I took a hot shower with the only thing wrapping around my brain was my shower last night. I chalked up a “W” in the closure column; she’d extended it. It wasn’t just me feeling all this shit I didn’t know what to do with. Edit; I knew exactly what to do with it; get Allie back.
I turned the corner to see Lexi sporting jeans and a black sweater with a cheeta print Christmas tree sitting at the table with Royce.
Oh shit, ran through me as we were alone. All four eyes shot to me with a look of hate with a dusting of disgust.
“Morning.”
Lexi let out a huff. “Not anymore.”
I hopped behind the stove figuring they couldn’t totally hate me if they realized my cooking was kind of the bomb. Right? When I lived with Aunt Nora, she had an addiction—the cooking channel. And through it all I ended up with some sick culinary skills.
I pulled a pan from under the stove. “Eggs Benedict with bacon?”
Royce lifted a brow in inquiry. Maybe a point in the don’t kill Levi column?
“We’d all eat anyway. Just pretend I’m not the chef.”
Lexi rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone just as Kristina strolled in.
She quickly read the room and walked to the stove. “Levi, are you the chef this morning?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I grabbed the eggs as she sat at the table. “Morning.” She patted Lexi’s hand. “I slept like a baby for the first time in weeks.”
Lexi winked. “That’s what The Wienerlicious and drinks can accomplish.”
Kristina pointed to me. “We are in for a treat this morning. Levi gives off the vibe of being a great cook.” She looked over her shoulder. “Levi, what do you do for a career?”
