Page 137 of What Are The Odds?
“Two.”
“Get over here so I can kiss you.”
“One.”
She ran across the room and threw herself into my arms.
69. Happy New Year
Grace
Levi’s mouth found mine urgently as the screams of the New Year rang in below us. I dragged my fingers through his overgrown hair, feeling slightly guilty that it was cold. His hands held my face as I gripped my legs around his waist. We couldn’t be closer if we tried. As the clock had ticked down and down, I’d found myself getting nervous. If Levi hadn’t walked into his bedroom, I would have collected my keys and spent the rest of my night trying to find him.
“I’ve literally been across the entire campus tonight,” he said between kisses. “Please tell me you haven’t been in here the whole time.”
“Only about five minutes,” I admitted. “I panicked and came up here when Ryker turned up.”
Levi grinned against my lips. He carried me further into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.
“Why were you scared to see him?”
Levi’s smirk was palpable. He knew why. But he wanted me to say it.
“Because I love you, Levi Holloway. Only you.”
I returned my lips to his, trying to convey how much he meant to me. Levi thought I was leaving us to chance with the scavenger hunt, but he was wrong. It was him. It always had been. It always would be. And now I was done playing games. I didn’t want to waste any more time with each other. Levi seemed to feel the same. He carried us to the bed, lowering us so I was straddling his lap.
“I’ve missed you.” He kissed below my mouth. “So fucking much.” He kissed my jaw. “And I love you too.” He kissed my throat. “Grace Hughes.” He kissed my collarbone. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making things up to you.”
I lifted my arms in the air.
“You can start now.”
He arched one eyebrow. “You don’t want to go back to the party?”
I shook my head as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. He grinned wickedly.
“My pleasure.”
He accepted the invitation and peeled my jumper over my head. After smoothing down my hair, he tucked a piece behind my ear. His eyes darkened as his gaze travelled across my chest.
“Is that a tan line,” he gasped, slipping the strap of my bra down.
“It’s summer back home,” I reminded him.
“I’m trying not to get jealous imagining the bikini, or lack-there-of, this tan line implies you were wearing.” His lips thinned. “Speaking of jealous, did anything happen with the ex-who-must-not-be-named?”
“Of course not. He has a girlfriend.” I combed my fingers through Levi’s hair. “And besides. I have a boyfriend. Don’t I?”
Levi smirked. “Yeah you fucking do.”
His mouth found mine again, igniting every cell in my body. I’d missed him, and this, so much. I pushed the puffer coat off his shoulders. Then he pulled back momentarily to whip his hoodie and t-shirt off in one swift movement. I ran my hands over his bare chest, muscle memory reminding me of the hard panes and smooth skin. When I palmed his dick, he groaned.
“I missed this,” he said, his hand moving to rub between my legs.
“Prove it.”
He smirked before dancing his fingers over my bra.
