surprised to discover I wasn’t shy about offering him a private concert.
He raised his arm, brushing a single finger across my cheek, sliding it up and down across my skin. ''You have a beautiful voice, Rock Star.''
''So, I'm Rock Star now?'' I asked him, smiling.
''Yeah, unless you prefer Princess?''
We both laughed and his hand settled over mine again. I peeked at him, asking myself why he wanted to touch me. He caught me looking and read the look on my face.
''I just like holding your hand, Rock Star. There isn't anything more to it. I’m not going to ask you to marry me when we get out the car.''
''I hope not, because I would say no, so you can save yourself the embarrassment.'' I laughed alone this time, Levi obviously didn't think I was funny. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you,'' I apologised quietly. I was such a smart ass sometimes, and didn’t always think before I spoke. He remained quiet, but he kept his hand over mine. ''I like it when you hold my hand Levi, I really do,'' I tried to reassure him, and it was true, with his touch I felt safe.
My eyes were burning from all the crying, so I laid my head against the seat and closed my eyes. Levi turned the volume down on the stereo and he started drawing little circles on my hand with his thumb, soothing me. I was surprised he was paying such close attention. He was proving he cared and I really appreciated it.
His fingers, his warmth, the feel of his skin touching mine were all settling my anxieties. No matter how much I tried to convince myself I hated him, or how much his relentless pursuit annoyed me, at that particular moment, he was the sweetest guy on the planet.
I pushed myself to think about Tristan, forcefully reminding myself why I liked him, but my heart was trying to push him away. My heart wanted Levi. My head was always stronger than my heart, but he’d found a way to make inroads nonetheless.
When we arrived back at the apartment, Levi opened my door and as soon as my feet touched the ground, he took my hand in his again. I tried to hold back a smile, but I couldn't. My heart was starting to take control over my head, but I didn't know how much longer it would last. For the moment, I would enjoy Levi’s attention, but I knew it couldn’t possibly develop into a relationship. He wasn’t the right guy for me.
We walked into the apartment and discovered Bekka and Tyler stretched out on the couch. We’d obviously interrupted them, as Bekka’s face was flushed and Tyler was clearly embarrassed as he re-buttoned his pants.
I tried to carefully avoid looking at them, but Levi wasn't so subtle. He burst out in laughter, pulling me closer to him so my breast brushed against the side of his arm. I couldn't help myself, his laughter was contagious and I giggled too. It felt good to share something together, even if our new-found feelings for one another made me anxious. Bekka’s eyes focused on our joined hands, and I knew I would have to explain later. There was no way she would let it go, so I mentally prepared myself for a grilling.
I tugged on my hand, trying to get Levi to release me without hurting his feelings by being abrupt and pulling away from him. He released my hand without a word, but I could see the questions lining up in his eyes. I acted like I’d needed both my hands to take off my shoes, but given they didn’t have any laces, it was a lame thing to do. We’d shared a moment together, the emotions I had regarding him, and the feelings he most likely felt were strong and real. Levi knew I had feelings for Tristan and it hadn’t stopped him, but I didn't stop him from acting either. I wanted it and liked it. I was so confused – how could I react to Levi if I wanted Tristan?
I went into the kitchen to make coffee and not five seconds later, Bekka was standing behind me with both hands on her hips. The question she wanted answered was written all over her face. She looked happy, but completely confused by my actions.
He raised his arm, brushing a single finger across my cheek, sliding it up and down across my skin. ''You have a beautiful voice, Rock Star.''
''So, I'm Rock Star now?'' I asked him, smiling.
''Yeah, unless you prefer Princess?''
We both laughed and his hand settled over mine again. I peeked at him, asking myself why he wanted to touch me. He caught me looking and read the look on my face.
''I just like holding your hand, Rock Star. There isn't anything more to it. I’m not going to ask you to marry me when we get out the car.''
''I hope not, because I would say no, so you can save yourself the embarrassment.'' I laughed alone this time, Levi obviously didn't think I was funny. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you,'' I apologised quietly. I was such a smart ass sometimes, and didn’t always think before I spoke. He remained quiet, but he kept his hand over mine. ''I like it when you hold my hand Levi, I really do,'' I tried to reassure him, and it was true, with his touch I felt safe.
My eyes were burning from all the crying, so I laid my head against the seat and closed my eyes. Levi turned the volume down on the stereo and he started drawing little circles on my hand with his thumb, soothing me. I was surprised he was paying such close attention. He was proving he cared and I really appreciated it.
His fingers, his warmth, the feel of his skin touching mine were all settling my anxieties. No matter how much I tried to convince myself I hated him, or how much his relentless pursuit annoyed me, at that particular moment, he was the sweetest guy on the planet.
I pushed myself to think about Tristan, forcefully reminding myself why I liked him, but my heart was trying to push him away. My heart wanted Levi. My head was always stronger than my heart, but he’d found a way to make inroads nonetheless.
When we arrived back at the apartment, Levi opened my door and as soon as my feet touched the ground, he took my hand in his again. I tried to hold back a smile, but I couldn't. My heart was starting to take control over my head, but I didn't know how much longer it would last. For the moment, I would enjoy Levi’s attention, but I knew it couldn’t possibly develop into a relationship. He wasn’t the right guy for me.
We walked into the apartment and discovered Bekka and Tyler stretched out on the couch. We’d obviously interrupted them, as Bekka’s face was flushed and Tyler was clearly embarrassed as he re-buttoned his pants.
I tried to carefully avoid looking at them, but Levi wasn't so subtle. He burst out in laughter, pulling me closer to him so my breast brushed against the side of his arm. I couldn't help myself, his laughter was contagious and I giggled too. It felt good to share something together, even if our new-found feelings for one another made me anxious. Bekka’s eyes focused on our joined hands, and I knew I would have to explain later. There was no way she would let it go, so I mentally prepared myself for a grilling.
I tugged on my hand, trying to get Levi to release me without hurting his feelings by being abrupt and pulling away from him. He released my hand without a word, but I could see the questions lining up in his eyes. I acted like I’d needed both my hands to take off my shoes, but given they didn’t have any laces, it was a lame thing to do. We’d shared a moment together, the emotions I had regarding him, and the feelings he most likely felt were strong and real. Levi knew I had feelings for Tristan and it hadn’t stopped him, but I didn't stop him from acting either. I wanted it and liked it. I was so confused – how could I react to Levi if I wanted Tristan?
I went into the kitchen to make coffee and not five seconds later, Bekka was standing behind me with both hands on her hips. The question she wanted answered was written all over her face. She looked happy, but completely confused by my actions.
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