Page 113 of What Are The Odds?
“Hey,” he said softly, moving his fingers down my cheek. “Where did you go just then?”
I shook my head, shaking off the dire reality. “Nowhere.” I locked my phone then clipped my seatbelt. “Ready.”
The drive from campus to Levi’s house was one of the few I’d mastered without having to use Google Maps. I spent more time here than I did my dorm now. There was too much here to turn down, though pretty much all the pros were confined to Levi’s bedroom. The fact I could close the door. His huge, comfortable bed. Him.
“Is that for me?” I asked, eyeing the wrapped present sitting on the coffee table when we walked inside.
“It is,” Levi smiled, passing it to me. “It’s just something small for now. Your main present comes later.”
I smirked. “I can’t wait to unwrap it.”
“It isn’t me, Hughesy. But I’ll let you unwrap me too if you like. Nothing’s off the table on your birthday.”
I liked the sound of that. I sat down, resting the box on my lap. It was quite heavy. I shook it.
“Don’t shake it,” Levi warned.
“What is it? Will it break?”
“Just open it,” he ordered.
I did. What it was took me by complete surprise. It was a box of things from back home. Mostly snacks and food. All my favourites. There were several boxes of Arnott’s Shapes. Pizza, Cheese and Bacon, and Chicken Crimpys. There was a large tin of Milo. Two jars of Vegemite. Tim Tams. Chicken salt. Caramello Koalas. I looked up at Levi. He was watching me nervously.
“Levi, how did you–”
“I may have stolen Seth’s number from your phone when you were in the shower and got him to send some stuff over.”
At my widening eyes he added, “Don’t worry. I told him I was just a friend. I hope I didn’t overstep. I just wanted you to have a piece of home on your birthday. I know how much you miss it.”
I’d barely moved the box off my lap before I was throwing myself at him.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you.” I kissed him. “Thank you.” I kissed him again. “Thank you. Thank you.”
Grinning, he set me back on my feet before taking the tin of Milo from the box.
“What the hell is this stuff anyway?”
He turned it over, reading the ingredients. He was dressed in a dark hoodie, blue jeans and backwards grey cap. So simple, yet so effective. He could wear budgie-smugglers and I’d bet he’d make them look good. The image I conjured caused my core to tingle.Of coursehe’d make them look good. He’d make them look bloody hot.
“Levi?”
He glanced up.
“I’m ready for my next present now.”
“I told you. It’s later.” His eyes widened when recognition dawned. “Oh.”
I inhaled slowly. “You’ve never looked hotter than you do holding a tin of Milo.”
He set the tin back in the box.
“Yeah? What would happen if I picked up the Vegemite?”
I snorted. “Come here.”
He did, his lips meeting mine. I ran my hands down his stomach before dipping them beneath the hem of his jumper. I danced them over his warm abs, feeling them harden beneath my fingertips. It wasn’t the only hard thing. And I was about to get to that. I lowered to my knees, working on the zip of his jeans as I did. I kept my eyes locked on Levi’s as I slid his jeans and boxers down his strong legs, and again when I took him in my mouth.
“Christ, Hughesy. It isn’t my birthday.”
