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As the movie went on, hiding behind his hands turned into burying his face into my shoulder. So, I wrap my arm around him and pull him close, loving how he doesn't resist.
By the end of the movie, Levi is passed out, head on my shoulder as soft snores slip past his lips.
I smile down at him, my whole damn heart full. I might have been sneaky about how I got Levi to move in with me, but I don’t regret it one bit.
This is what I want. To come home to him every night, to pull him into my arms and cuddle him.
Life with Levi sounds pretty fucking perfect to me. I just hope he feels the same way about living with me.
I guess we’ll find out. I just hope I didn’t fuck everything up.
Chapter 13
Levi
The smell of cooked bacon pulls me from my sleep. Groaning, I sit up and rub my eyes. It takes me a few moments to gather my thoughts and remember where I’m at.
Blinking, I look around, and my eyes widen.
I’m in Austin’s apartment. Well, I guess my new apartment?
For now, at least.
Holy shit, how the hell did I end up becoming roommates with Austin Cade?
Desperation, that's how. There was no way I was sleeping another night in my parents' garage. Not after poor Snicklefritz knocked over a can of paint off my dad’s work shelf. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that shit out of cat fur? Thankfully, I was right there while it happened and rushed to clean him up. He was not happy about it. Not at all.
Got the claw marks to prove it.
Even when I saw that the person I was renting from was Austin, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I needed a safe place for Snicklefritz.
That's what I’m telling myself at least.
It does not at all have to do with the fact that I have a thing for the very sexy rugby player and my new best friend.
We’ve grown so close over the past few weeks that the idea of living together didn’t scare me as much as I thought it would.
Ask me that again in a few days when reality kicks in.
Throwing the blankets off, I stretch, groaning as I do. My brow furrows as I look around, not finding Snicklefritz anywhere in my new room.
The need to make sure he’s okay and not hiding somewhere scared has me rushing out of my room, forgetting the fact that I’m still in my boxers.
I come to a sliding stop when I spot my baby boy in the kitchen. He’s sitting on the counter, watching Austin cook.
The smell of the food fills my nose, making my stomach grumble.
“Only egg whites,” Austin says to Snicklefritz. “Daddy doesn’t like the yolk, right?”
I blink in surprise, a small smile curving on my lips as I watch him talk to my cat.
“And bacon.” Austin nods, getting a meow from Snicklefritz. “What? You want some?” Austin asks, frowning down at the cat. He meows again, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Okay, fine.” He takes a piece and breaks a small bit off. “But don’t tell daddy.” He whispers, giving Snicklefritz the bit of bacon.
He watches with a smile on his face as Snicklefritz eats it, then leans over and gives him a kiss on the head. “That’s a good boy.”
Holy fucking hell. I think my heart just exploded. He’s so damn hot right now. And sweet. Seeing how good he is with Snicklefritz, one of the most important things in my life, has my damn heart falling even harder for him.
Yeah. Moving in was a bad idea. A really bad idea.
