Page 1 of Hooked On Him

Chapter 1

Levi

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groan, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel. Anxiety fills me as I start to panic.

Of all days for this to happen to me, why today? I hate traffic.

If I’m late for my twin sister’s wedding, she is going to kill me. Megan is not one to ever let someone forget when they do her wrong. I’ll never live this down.

There’s only myself to blame. I knew I shouldn’t have taken that extra shift at work last night, knowing I was going to be dead on my feet today.

But I have a hard time telling people no. My unhealthy habit is being a people pleaser. The very idea of someone being mad at me makes my skin crawl. That’s exactly why I’m freaking the fuck out.

I love my sister, we’re as close as siblings can be. She’s my best friend. So, if I miss any moment of her big day, I’m going to hate myself for it.

“Please, for the love of god, move!” I scream, laying on the horn as the light turns green.

The person in front of me sticks their finger out the window, flipping me off, but thankfully, they move, turning left and opening up the lane for me.

I gun it, probably speeding at this point, but honestly, I’ll take the speeding ticket over missing my sister’s wedding.

Five minutes later, I’m pulling up to the church. Frantically, I search for a parking spot, but there’s nothing in sight.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I groan, closing my eyes as I lean my head against the steering wheel.

Taking a few deep breaths, I try to tame my racing heart.

Breathe, Levi. Just breathe. It’s not a big deal. We’re doing okay on time. The ceremony doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. We got this.

A car horn makes me jump. Looking in my review mirror, I see cars behind me. “Shit.” I continue down the street, looking for a spot, any spot. But I’m not seeing a single space to park.

“Fuck it,” I mutter as I zoom further down the street and park in the nearby McDonald’s. I’m most likely going to get a ticket or get my car towed, but at this point, I’d rather eat the cost than miss the wedding.

Throwing it in park, I quickly check to make sure I have everything.

Phone.Check.

Keys.Check.

Wallet.Check.

Slamming my car door shut, I take off down the street towards the church.

You know what I don’t recommend? Running in dress shoes.

I’m halfway down the block when I slow down, panting heavily. “I really need to start working out,” I groan, lungs screaming as I suck in air.

And I’d love to. I miss it. I just don’t have time.

I don’t seem to have time for anything these days. Not for friends, family, sleep, or sex.

God, I really miss sex. It’s been at least two years since the last time I had it. A nice release would be really good right about now.

Stop thinking about sex, Levi, and get your ass to the church!

With a protesting groan, I continue to run.

By the time I reach the church, I'm gross, sweaty, and I’m panting like I just ran a marathon.