I cried, okay? Sue me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling like I was going to break her in half. “I’m so sorry.” Telling her I was sorry would never be enough.
Mel spoke, her voice sounding broken and dry, “It’s okay.”
Releasing my hold on her, I pulled back to meet her eyes. No, it wasn’t okay, but I planned on making it up to her however I could.
She smiled softly. “You’re crying.”
I sniffed, glancing back at her parents. “Yeah, well, so are they. So what?”
“You’re too strong to cry,” she whispered, coughing, sounding like she was using up all of her energy to talk.
Too strong to cry. Bullshit. No one was that strong.
And, you know what? I’d come to realize there were certain people in the world who I was willing to be weak for, willing to cry for. Mel deserved to have a friend so much better than me, but until she found that friend, I’d stick by her side. I’d be a better friend.
With any luck, I could ease her into the fact that Levi and I were together.
The doctor came in, asking to speak with her parents, and as they left, I took a seat near her bed. I didn’t doubt the doctor was telling them how difficult the road to recovery would be. This was not the first time Mel had tried to kill herself, and it might not be the last. She needed a support system, maybe therapy, maybe some anti-depressants. She definitely would need physical therapy, with how her body had atrophied while she was out.
But none of that mattered. Not right now. Right now, I was just glad she was here, awake.
“So,” I broke the silence of the room. “Did you dream while you were in a coma? I’ve always wondered—” As I went on and on, bullshitting, Mel smiled at me.
This girl truly was a Christmas miracle, wasn’t she? God, it was good to have her back, good to see her smile. Even though she wouldn’t come back to SCC, she’d still be close by. I’d just hit up Levi anytime I wanted to see her.
If Mel thought she’d had the last of me, she had another thing coming.
The Vacation Plan, Kelsey’s POV
“No.” Levi’s refusal was firm, and yet I knew if I kept working on him, he’d give in. He had to. This was me we were talking about. Me, Kelsey Yates, the girl Levi was weakest to. If anyone had that man wrapped around their finger, it was me.
If we weren’t already cuddling on his bed, I would’ve thrown my phone at him. The Sigma Chi boys steered clear of us after what happened with Dean, though that didn’t stop Levi from procuring us an apartment to share next semester, after summer was over.
“Yes,” I spoke, my cheek against his chest. “If you think you can not go, you’re wrong.”
His chest rumbled. “Why the fuck would I want to meet your friend and her boyfriends for a vacation? No offense, but the last thing I want to do is look that prick in his face while knowing he fucked you.”
I could not roll my eyes hard enough at that comment. I hung out with Mel all the freaking time, and I was well aware that she and Levi were together at one point in the past. Like, come on. Get over it. It was a damned good thing I never kept a physical list of everyone I’d slept with; Levi would go crazy if he saw it.
Did I like his wild possessiveness of me? Hell yes, but did it get tiring sometimes? Also yes.
“You are coming, and you’re going to suck it up,” I said, propping myself up, a hand flat on his chest. He looked at me, unimpressed, and I gave the same look right back to him. “Ash is my best friend, even if we fight sometimes. You and her have to get along. Just forget all about Sawyer—”
“Can you not say the fucker’s name?” Levi groaned, trying to roll away, but I didn’t let him.
I moved to straddle him. Funny how quickly he calmed himself down once I did that. “Is there anything I can do to sway you to my side?” I bit my bottom lip, watching as his blue gaze traveled along me. “Come on, Blue. There’s always a way to get you to do what I want.” As I spoke, I ground my hips against his, feeling the twitching of something growing hard beneath me.
That cock was something else, always present and ready to either be serviced or service me. I loved it, just like I loved the asshole it was attached to.
“Maybe…” Levi grumbled, frowning at me.
Ah, so it was up to me to convince him? I was fine with that.
I scooted down, my hands reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans. Within a moment I had them pulled down, nothing on his legs but his boxers. Beneath the fabric, his dick grew straighter and straighter with each passing second, tenting the black fabric. I met Levi’s blue eyes as my nails dug into his hips. I pulled the boxers down next, letting his thick, veiny cock spring free.
Mmm. I really did love that thing. It was perfect. It had the girth, the size, the looks—and to top it all off, Levi knew exactly how to use it.
I dragged my nails up the underside of his cock, listening as he groaned.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Just put it in your mouth.”
Gripping the base of his length, I said, “Only if you agree to go. If you don’t… this poor dick will never feel
