Of course she’d be happy – she thought Levi was the better choice and didn’t like Tristan. ''There’s nothing to it. Stop looking at me like that. It's nothing,'' I muttered.
''No fucking way,'' she said, her tone firm. ''I saw the look on his face and how you were holding his hand. It's not nothing. You’re full of...''
''Stop, okay?” I interrupted before she could go any further. “He was just being nice to me, very nice I admit, but he knows, just like you know, that I'm interested in Tristan.''
''Yeah, keep that game up if you want. I don't believe you.'' She rolled her eyes. ''You’re going to get caught up in your own game.''
She stomped out of the kitchen, leaving me alone. I remained standing in front of the coffee machine, with my mind running a hundred miles an hour. Between Tristan’s hot kisses and Levi’s gentle safety, I was completely confused. What did I really want? I got the coffee ready and carried four cups into the living room. I sat on the couch and Levi settled beside me and wrapped his arm around my back. His hand settled on my hip, one of his fingers slipping under my shirt. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the gentle touch. He was testing my limits wanting to know how far he could go before I would protest. I loved his touch, I really craved it, but Tristan was always in my thoughts.
Levi and Tyler spent the afternoon at the apartment. I was drained; crying is exhausting and I fell asleep in Levi’s arms. His fingers in my hair, the warmth of his chest against my cheek, all of these things made me comfortable and sleepy. His bad boy image scared me, but every time I was with him, things felt great and so natural. Despite my doubts, and my Mom’s warning voice in my head, I was starting to believe he really was a nice guy.
I woke up when he carried me to my bedroom. He kissed my forehead as he carefully laid me on the comforter.
I’ve got to be at the shop in twenty minutes. I’ll see you later,'' he whispered. He smiled and turned around, reaching for the doorknob. I saw him take one last look at me before my eyelids fluttered shut.
Was I dreaming? I felt the heat of his kiss on my skin and my heart screamed for one more. Just one more little kiss. What harm could it do?
''Levi?'' I called his name, barely audible. ''Just one more,'' I whispered pulling at the comforter as he stepped into the room.
I heard him chuckle under his breath. ''I’ll give you one more, just this once though.'' His lips met with the corner of mine, and my eyes flew open immediately. It wasn’t on the lips, but again, he was testing my limits. I smiled for him. My eyes closed again, too tired to stay open. ''You’re beautiful, Nix. I had a nice day with you.'' He tucked my hair behind my ear and left.
Chapter Six
I could smell the scent of his cologne, his hands on my hips, as we danced at the club. Every move he made against me made me feel even sexier. His body was getting closer¸ I could almost feel his heartbeat against my chest. His grip was strong and possessive, he wanted me, of that I had no doubt. The look in his baby blue eyes was everything my body was screaming for. I wanted him and needed him closer still. ''Tristan,'' I whispered against the soft skin of his neck. His hands wandered all over my body as I rubbed against him.
His lips caressed the tender skin of my neck, nibbling with soft bites. Both of his hands were holding mine, our fingers intertwined. We no longer danced, just stood there in the middle of the dance floor, touching and breathing rapidly. The tension between us was building, I looked up into his eyes and saw that he wanted it as much as I did. As I watched him, green eyes replaced blue and Tristan’s blond hair was replaced by messy brown. Levi.
''Fuck!'' I woke up with a yell. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and buried my face in my hands. ''Seriously, Nix!'' I berated myself. I was losing it. This was not right. This was messed up and I couldn’t
''No fucking way,'' she said, her tone firm. ''I saw the look on his face and how you were holding his hand. It's not nothing. You’re full of...''
''Stop, okay?” I interrupted before she could go any further. “He was just being nice to me, very nice I admit, but he knows, just like you know, that I'm interested in Tristan.''
''Yeah, keep that game up if you want. I don't believe you.'' She rolled her eyes. ''You’re going to get caught up in your own game.''
She stomped out of the kitchen, leaving me alone. I remained standing in front of the coffee machine, with my mind running a hundred miles an hour. Between Tristan’s hot kisses and Levi’s gentle safety, I was completely confused. What did I really want? I got the coffee ready and carried four cups into the living room. I sat on the couch and Levi settled beside me and wrapped his arm around my back. His hand settled on my hip, one of his fingers slipping under my shirt. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the gentle touch. He was testing my limits wanting to know how far he could go before I would protest. I loved his touch, I really craved it, but Tristan was always in my thoughts.
Levi and Tyler spent the afternoon at the apartment. I was drained; crying is exhausting and I fell asleep in Levi’s arms. His fingers in my hair, the warmth of his chest against my cheek, all of these things made me comfortable and sleepy. His bad boy image scared me, but every time I was with him, things felt great and so natural. Despite my doubts, and my Mom’s warning voice in my head, I was starting to believe he really was a nice guy.
I woke up when he carried me to my bedroom. He kissed my forehead as he carefully laid me on the comforter.
I’ve got to be at the shop in twenty minutes. I’ll see you later,'' he whispered. He smiled and turned around, reaching for the doorknob. I saw him take one last look at me before my eyelids fluttered shut.
Was I dreaming? I felt the heat of his kiss on my skin and my heart screamed for one more. Just one more little kiss. What harm could it do?
''Levi?'' I called his name, barely audible. ''Just one more,'' I whispered pulling at the comforter as he stepped into the room.
I heard him chuckle under his breath. ''I’ll give you one more, just this once though.'' His lips met with the corner of mine, and my eyes flew open immediately. It wasn’t on the lips, but again, he was testing my limits. I smiled for him. My eyes closed again, too tired to stay open. ''You’re beautiful, Nix. I had a nice day with you.'' He tucked my hair behind my ear and left.
Chapter Six
I could smell the scent of his cologne, his hands on my hips, as we danced at the club. Every move he made against me made me feel even sexier. His body was getting closer¸ I could almost feel his heartbeat against my chest. His grip was strong and possessive, he wanted me, of that I had no doubt. The look in his baby blue eyes was everything my body was screaming for. I wanted him and needed him closer still. ''Tristan,'' I whispered against the soft skin of his neck. His hands wandered all over my body as I rubbed against him.
His lips caressed the tender skin of my neck, nibbling with soft bites. Both of his hands were holding mine, our fingers intertwined. We no longer danced, just stood there in the middle of the dance floor, touching and breathing rapidly. The tension between us was building, I looked up into his eyes and saw that he wanted it as much as I did. As I watched him, green eyes replaced blue and Tristan’s blond hair was replaced by messy brown. Levi.
''Fuck!'' I woke up with a yell. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and buried my face in my hands. ''Seriously, Nix!'' I berated myself. I was losing it. This was not right. This was messed up and I couldn’t
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