Page 93 of What Are The Odds?
“The cat’s pyjamas. The best. I’m the bee’s knees.”
Agreed.
“Acca Dacca?”
“ACDC.”
Will frowned at her. “That’s not even shortened.”
Grace shrugged.
“No wukkas?” Tripp posed.
“No worries.”
“Straya?”
“Australia.”
“Two left,” I counted.
“Ute?”
“A truck. Like what Will drives.”
“Final one,” Ryan said. “Make it a goodie.”
“What does hard yakka mean?” Tripp questioned.
“Hard work. Like, this convo has been hard yakka.”
Will shook his head in disbelief. I was just at a loss as he was. I’d never heard of half of those terms. I’d thought I’d made progress on things Grace said, but there was clearly a long way to go.
“I feel like we barely scratched the surface,” Tripp said.
Ryan nodded his agreement. “Maybe we’ll make it regular content.”
Grace opened her mouth to argue, but Ryan spoke over her.
“Nude pic of your boyfriend as blackmail, remember?”
She grumbled.
“Ugh, you’re still live there,” Will quipped. “Now all the comments are about Levi’s dick.”
Great. I rounded the bench, lifting Grace out of her seat and guiding her towards the stairs.
“Good night fuck faces,” I called out.
49. So you can’t forget me
Grace.
We didn’t even make it to Levi’s bedroom before he had me pressed against the wall on the staircase, hands slipping into my gym leggings. Now when I stayed the night, I tended to come dressed in whatever I was wearing to practice the next morning. Clothes never stayed on here. And Levi was against me wearing literally anything to bed.
“Fuck. I want you so badly,” he whispered against my ear.
I peered down. While I couldn’t see the guys in the kitchen, I could hear them, their voices floating up through the three-storey void. I tuned them out, focussing on Levi’s lips leaving a trail of kisses over the base of my throat. I inhaled sharply when his fingers parted me.
