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Levi smiled softly, moving his finger from my lip and using his palm to prop up his head as he looked at me.
“So what about you? Admittedly, I didn’t pay much attention to you.”
“Why not?”
“People who see Calvin first don’t really look twice at me.” I shrugged. “You have my attention now, though.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I’m a guy who sees through people’s shit. Calvin has a habit of throwing fits when things don’t go his way.”
“He was like that when he was a toddler too.”
“It must have been hard. As an only child, I can’t imagine sibling rivalry.”
“It’s not much of a rivalry when Calvin gets whatever he wants.”
“He doesn’t geteverythinghe wants,” Levi said.
And it was true. When it came to the man in front of me, he was immune to whatever Calvin pulled over everyone else.
“Your hair is so curly.” Levi tucked a strand behind my ear. “I love it.”
“You should see me when I first wake up. It’s not that cute then.”
His eyebrow crept up to his hairline. “Are you offering?”
“I, uh ... I have no idea.” My entire body was on fire. “I didn’t mean to, but I wouldn’t say no.”
I wanted to kiss him, but I had no idea how to ask for that. Did I lean in? Did I wait forhimto lean in? I was so out of the loop with socializing that it wasn’t funny.
Luckily for me, Levi took the lead. He wasted no time pressing his lips onto mine, silencing all of my thoughts.
Just like in my books, the world melted away. I wasn’t at my brother’s party, wishing someone would notice me. I had a guy whose only focus was on me.
I heard Levi suck in a sharp breath of air as his hands moved across my cheeks. His thumb caressed them, probably smearing the light dusting of makeup I had on. He leaned in, his body pressing closer to mine as his tongue brushed across my bottom lip. He smelled good. Every inch of him against my skin was nice.
This was electric. Perfection.
Nothing could ruin this moment.
“What thefuck?”
I had spoken too soon.
Slowly, I moved away from Levi toward the figure in the door.
Calvin stood, arms crossed and brows pinched as he surveyed the two of us.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” I asked.
“What amIdoing here? This ismyroom.”
“Technically, it’s your game room, and someone was in mine.”
And then I saw who he was with. Thick glasses. Wide eyes.
Ava.
He was holding her hand, obviously bringing her in here to do God knows what.