I licked his bottom lip before letting him go, feeling quite proud of myself when I felt his cock stir again, hard as a rock. I reached behind me to turn the water off, which stopped him from saying anything. He would have to be really quiet from here on out, just to be sure no one else was around.
As I pushed past him, I gave him a wink, unable to help myself. He only scowled back, which made me laugh silently.
I grabbed my towel, doing a quick once-over before handing it to him and letting him use it to dry himself off. Though I tried not to ogle him as he dried off, it was almost impossible not to. The way those muscles flexed when he bent his head over, how that stomach tightened even more when he ran that towel over it…
Oh, God. A girl was bound to get ideas watching a man like him.
Once we were both dressed, I was the first one out. The bathroom was still silent, meaning no one else was here, but that said nothing of the hallway. I poked my head out of the door, giving the hall a hard look both ways to make sure no one would see Levi leaving it behind me. A quick gesture for him to follow me was all I gave him before darting out, hurrying to my room with my towel and shower caddy in tow.
And Levi. Couldn’t forget that hunky sculpture of a man, could I?
No. The answer to that was always no. Try as I might, I could never forget him.
Chapter Thirteen – Kelsey
Sharing my bed with someone was…strange. It was an ungodly sort of uncomfortable first, Levi and I trying to find a good way for the both of us to lay down and feel each other’s bodies under the sheets, but eventually we decided on spooning: me, tucked between Levi’s hard body and the wall, a mountain of sheets over us, blocking out the light coming in through the windows.
Yeah, I’d said fuck it to my classes for the day. I really didn’t feel like going to any. Not like I’d be able to focus with everything going on, so, why bother?
Levi apparently must’ve thought the same, because when I woke up after dozing off, he was still there. Still beside me. His strong arm wrapped around me protectively—not that I needed protecting, but it was nice to know someone was there. It was good not to be alone.
I honestly didn’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have Levi.
By the sound of his even breathing, I assumed Levi was asleep, and I tossed a quick look over my shoulder to see that was indeed the case. His eyes were shut, and with the light peeking through the blinds, I realized how long of eyelashes he had. So unfair. His eyelashes were longer than mine, for God’s sake. So not fair.
Still. Those damned eyelashes framed those beautiful blue eyes so well, I guessed I couldn’t be too jealous, because I got to stare at them.
I slowly turned to my other side, no longer playing the little spoon. Our fronts touched, and I studied his sleeping face. His lips were parted slightly, every muscle in his face relaxed. Levi never looked this serene; was this how he always looked when he was asleep? It was such a switch from his usual personality.
Without knowing what I was doing, I traced the square line of his jaw, watching as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light, fixating on me. “You know,” he spoke, his voice gravelly from being asleep, “I was sleeping.”
“I know,” I whispered, still touching his face, still amazed at how perfect Levi’s features were. Not a single scar. Not a blemish or pimple to be seen. This man’s attractiveness was movie star level, no joke.
“Well,” he said, “I guess if I’m going to be woken up, you’re not that bad to wake up to.” His lips grew in a lazy half-smirk, the arm that had been laying across me becoming firm in its hold of me. An insult paired with a silent, assertive motion: you’re mine.
It was fine. I liked being his.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, cocking a brow. The expression lost a little of its oomph since a part of his face was still sunken into the pillow beside me. “Get up, or stay in bed all day?”
I was super exhausted from last night, but I knew we couldn’t stay in bed. I mean, we could, but what would that accomplish besides dirty, sweaty sheets? Like, come on, if I stayed in bed all day with a guy like Levi, there wouldn’t be much more sleeping to be had, just lots and lots of sex.
“We have to get up,” I told him in a whisper. “We never called Mel’s parents last night.”
That sobered him up real fast. “You’re right.”
Last night—or technically early this morning—we’d kind of gotten lost in each other. What happened in the shower, falling into each other’s arms in bed…yeah, it was a nice distraction at the time, but now we had to focus on the matter at hand.
Mel.
Call her parents, notify them of what happened, tell them what hospital she’s at—and that was only the beginning. Should I notify the dean? Her professors? I wasn’t even sure what schedule she had, let alone which professors. Sometimes professors made exceptions when it came to tests and homework, and knowing Mel and
