Page 95 of What Are The Odds?
His chest rose and fell as he exhaled. “I want you to think about that when you’re at Richardson’s game tomorrow.”
He stepped forward, thrusting inside me the slightest fraction. But his words had me floored. I squeezed my legs closed, trapping him.
“Hold on.”
He did, eyebrows pinching together. I pushed onto my elbows then nodded to the dresser.
“That’s whatthatwas about?”
“No. Your moans on the stairs were what that was about.”
He leant on the bed, a hand landing on either side of my head.
“And now I plan for the next part to leave you with an ache you can still feel tomorrow.” He lightly nibbled on my lower lip. “So you can’t forget me.”
A new energy took place beneath my skin, starting in my chest and travelling lower. But first, I needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Level with me, Holloway. Is there something you want to get off your chest?”
He stilled, arm muscles flexing. “Like?”
“Like does it bother you that I’m going tomorrow?”
“Nope.”
I levelled him with a glare. “Levi.”
“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”
It clearly was bothering him, otherwise he wouldn’t have brought it up. I didn’t want this playing on his mind, and I certainly didn’t want it to distract him from his game tomorrow. He needed to focus on that, not the fact I would be at the football game at the same time.
“I thought we sorted out the whole Ryker thing on Halloween.”
His lips thinned. “You’re killing the mood, Hughesy.”
“Me?” I gasped, laughing. “You started this and you know it.”
He opened his mouth to object, but I spoke over him.
“So you don’t forget me,”I quoted.
He groaned, pulling back slightly.
“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m always thinking about you, Holloway. Just you.”
“Good.” He lazily pressed his lips to mine before pulling back and grinning at me wickedly. “Can I fuck you now?”
Sometimes I swear he’d be able to get me off with his words alone. I nodded eagerly.
50. I missed you
Levi.
I leant against the hood of mum’s car. She’d let me borrow it to pick up Grace from the airport. I checked the time. I was getting inpatient. Five days. It’d been five days and it was like Grace and I had been apart for months. Our schedules hadn’t aligned at all this week. When she was free to talk, I was training. When I was free, she was in the pool or asleep. I’d had to settle for measly messages in between. It wasn’t enough. Her plane had landed twenty-minutes ago. How long did it take to disembark and walk through the terminal? Last night my parents had fired off rapid questions about Grace. How we met. What her major was. When I mentioned she was from Australia, the gears had shifted. They’d gone from excited to sceptical. Particularly dad. He’d ask what happened next. What graduation meant. Whether Grace would go home. If we’d end things after that. I gave my parents the same speech I’d given myself. It was too early to know those things. But for now, I was happy, and Grace was amazing. Mum had been satisfied with that answer. Dad, not so much. The automatic doors slid open, and Grace walked outside. She was dressed in an oversized jacket, baggy grey pants, and Converse. She’d pulled her hair into a high ponytail, and her bag was hanging over her shoulder. She looked around momentarily before her gaze found mine. Her lips pulled up into the biggest grin. I expect I had a similar looking one on my face. She ran over, literally ran, before throwing herself at me. I caught her with ease. I was glad she was as excited to see me as I was to see her. I wrapped my arms around her body, meeting her lips in a hurried kiss. Having her this close put me at ease immediately. Life was better when she was close.
“I missed you,” I said against her lips.
“I missed you too.”
