Page 48 of Between Never and Forever
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I’m bouncingand grinning like an idiot when I get to Levi’s table.
He’s frowning down at his phone, so I pluck it away and shove it in my bra. He turns his body to face me and when his brown eyes meet mine, they’re full of amusement and mirth and something else I can’t quite name but want more of.
It’s because of that last thing that I don’t tell him about the tour.
“Brat,” he deadpans. It’s a term of endearment disguised as an insult, I’ve decided.
“Leviticus,” I croon, stepping between his widespread legs so our faces are only a foot apart. “Want to get out of here?”
I don’t let him answer. I just grab his hand and lead the way, and he follows behind. He never lets go. When people stop me to tell me how much they liked the show, his fingers tighten around mine and my heartbeat kicks up. When I look up at him, he’s looking back at me. Always.
“Where are we going?” he asks once we’re outside in the humid night air.
“Where do you want to go?”
He shrugs and gives me a small smile.
“I want to go wherever you’re going.”
I roll my eyes playfully to try and hide the way I want to melt into a quivering puddle of goo.
“What time do you have to leave tomo—”
My sentence cuts off as another memory from last night fades into focus.
Tomorrow. Levi’s voice. Whispered and warm. Goosebumps prickle my arms and legs.
I want you.
Then still want me tomorrow.
My gaze flies back to his, and he’s watching me curiously. I bounce my eyes between his. Silvery gray dancing with chocolate brown.Then still want me tomorrow, he said.
“Let’s go back to my place,” I say, nerves racketing in my chest and throat.
He can tell something’s up, but he doesn’t ask. He just nods and takes my hand once more as I order up a ride on my phone.
“You guys were great tonight.” His low voice cuts through the silence as we wait, and I beam at the honesty I hear in his words. “I can’t get over how good you are, actually. You’re really talented, Sav.”
I can feel the tips of my ears heat under his praise. I bite my lip and shrug it off, elbowing him in the side.
“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m capable of being good at something,” I tease, and he sighs.
“Trust me, I am well aware you can be good at something. You’ve always been able to master anything you touch. Skateboarding. Drag racing. Kickboxing. Pickpocketing, apparently, too. Hell, even math, despite the fact that you refused to let it show.”
I scoff playfully.
“I was a C student.”
“You were a C student by choice, not ability.”
I wave him off and he chuckles as the car pulls up and we climb inside.
“What I’m saying, though, is that when you’re up on that stage, you’re beyond normal good. You’re just, kind of, I don’t even know how to put it.”
“Mega good?” I offer with a laugh. “Supergood? Fan-freaking-tastically good?”
