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“Can you talk?”
I shook my head.
He rumbled a laugh. “Come here.”
He rolled onto his back, tugging me to lie on his chest. Now my relentless panting had stopped, I remembered a party was happening downstairs. Far away music vibrated the floor. For a while there, nothing outside of this room had existed. Levi’s hand travelled up and down my back, his fingertips cutting shapes and patterns. Despite having just had his fingers between my legs, I was so comfortable here, with him. Equally as comfortable as I had been this morning. When we’d done nothing but sleep. As explosive as those last few minutes had been, I couldn’t help but question whether we’d just crossed a damaging line. I liked spending time with Levi. And as much as I was attracted to him, now I wasn’t distracted by his lips or fingers, I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d just ruined a good thing.
27. Sneaking out
Levi.
I woke to the sound of movement. It took me a moment to gather my senses. The clock read five-forty-four-am. It wasn’t music. No. The party had ended a long time ago. My chest was cold. I tried to reboot to remember why. Because Grace had been there. That’s how we’d fallen asleep. Now it was cold because she was gone. I blinked, willing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once they did, I could make out Grace tiptoeing to the door. I pushed onto my elbows.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
She jumped, dropping her things to the ground. Holding her hand to her heart, she faced me. She was dressed in the clothes I’d given her last night. A t-shirt and hoodie. It didn’t cover much. Certainly not enough to be anywhere else but in here.
“Are you sneaking out in the middle of the night, Hughesy?”
She grimaced. “Technically it’s morning.”
Bull fucking shit. It was a Sunday and the sun wasn’t up. Which meant it was too early to be awake. Sleep-ins were hard to come by when you were a college athlete.
“Somewhere to be?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Then come back to bed. I’m wrecked.”
Grace made no move to come back. She shyly tucked her hair behind her ear as she glanced between me and the door. Wow. She was definitely trying to sneak out. I hadn’t pegged her for the type. Usually, I was all for a girl leaving before I woke up. Heck, I loved when they left straight after we came back down from our high. But not now. Not with Grace. With a groan I got out of bed. I stopped in front of her, our chests inches apart. Unlike me, Grace was very much awake. I wondered how long she’d been up for, how long she’d been contemplating whether she could sneak out and get away with it. She seemed to have forgotten I was in nothing but boxers. Her eyes fell to them before slowly trailing back up my body to meet my gaze. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. It was sexy as hell.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Hughesy, I’ll throw you back on that bed before I give you a chance to explain what the hell is going on.”
Her eyes widened at that before her eyebrows pulled together.
“You don’t regret last night?” she questioned.
“Of course not.” My stomach dropped. “Do you?”
She shook her head then shrugged. I didn’t like that. I’d been mindful to take things slow. Like, slower than I ever had in my life. Which is why I’d left things where they were. Christ, I hadn’t even let her touch me which had been hard as fuck. Literally.
“No, I just. . .” she trailed off.
I placed one finger under her chin, tilting her to look at me.
“Just what, Hughesy?”
“We didn’t ruin a good thing, did we?”
“Fuck no,” I firmly said. “We made a good thing better.” I stepped closer so my bare skin brushed against her clothed chest. “And I would like to do othergoodthings if you’d let me.”
I chased the curve of her throat when she swallowed.
“Like what?” she whispered.
Oh so many things. Endless things. The innocence of her question almost undid me.
“For starters, I want to go down on you, Hughesy.”
