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“Stop.” I sigh heavily.
“What?”
“Being so sexy.” I throw my hands up in the air. “How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?”
And there we go. That blush. Fuck, I love it. I love him. This man. This fucking man owns me.
Please don’t leave me. I don’t think I’ll survive it.
“How about this, the person who finds the prettiest rock or sea glass gets a blow job?” I grin.
Levi bursts out laughing. “Well, that’s a deal I can’t turn down.”
“Fuck yes!” I get out of the car and slam the door shut, and run around to the other side to open Levi’s door and hold out my hand.
He shakes his head like I’m ridiculous, but I can tell he likes the little things I do for him.
I love to spoil him. To take care of him. Making sure he’s fed, that he’s not overworking himself, that he’s getting enough sleep. If he’s stressed, I try to find ways to make him feel better.
Seeing Levi relaxed and happy makes me happy. He’s grown so much over the past few months, and I love seeing him thrive and enjoy his life.
Grabbing the basket out of the back of the car, I join Levi, and we head down to the beach.
“You gonna tell me what you’ve got in there?” he asks when we find a more sandy part.
“I thought we could enjoy a picnic." I grab a blanket from the basket and lay it down. I frown when the wind makes the corners curl at the end. Huffing, I walk over and grab a few big rocks and place them down on the corners to hold it down. “There.” I turn to Levi to find him just staring at me. “What?” My smile falls.
“You made us a picnic?” he asks, voice almost a whisper.
“Well, yeah.” I laugh. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t bring you on a cute ass date doing something we love?” I say it playfully, but Levi looks seconds away from crying.
“What’s wrong?” My brows furrow, gut turning.
“I love you.”
My eyes widen. “What?” I know what he said. But. Holy fuck. Did he really just say that? Oh god. I’m gonna puke. Cry. Scream with joy. Relax Austin. Keep your cool.
“I love you,” he says a little louder. “I’m in love with you.”
“You’re... in love with me?”Yes, dumb ass. That's what he just said!
He takes a deep, shaky breath and nods. “I am. I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time now.” He laughs nervously. “And I know we started this as just an arrangement, but I’d be lying because to me, it never felt like one. Sure, we said the words fake dating, and friends with benefits. But never once when we were together did it ever feel fake. I know on my end, it didn’t feel that way. I’ve liked you for a long time, Austin. You’re smart and funny. You’re kind and caring. When I’m with you, I can be myself. I don’t feel judged or small. You make me feel alive,” he laughs, tears filling his eyes. “You make me feel seen,” he whispers. “You’re the highlight of my day. And when you're not there, all I can think about is when I get to see you again. Everything between us just feels right. Please, please tell me that I’m not the only one who feels this way, that my feelings aren't one-sided.”
I hate the begging tone in his voice. He looks so worried, I won’t feel the same way for him.
I’m shocked, honestly. I wasn’t expecting him to be the one to tell me first. But holy fucking hell. He loves me. He fucking loves me! I mean, he said it when he thought I couldn’t hear him, but he’s telling me to my face.
“Austin?” He says my name with panic when I don’t say anything.
It takes a moment for my brain to click on. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What?” he looks like I just slapped him. Shit. Shit Austin. What the fuck?
“I mean...” I shake my head, stepping towards him. I cup his face and look into his eyes. “I was supposed to tell you that I love you.”
His eyes widen as he blinks away his tears.
“You love me?”
