Page 38 of Levi

There isn’t anything this gorgeous man with the beautiful mouth and the kind eyes can do to help.

I push the mountain of emotions down, tucking them deep inside, allowing them to eat at what's left of my soul. What’s left of me.

“I’m not budging until you talk to me,” he warns.

His determination breaks my resolve.

“It’s just been one of those really bad days,” I say in a low voice.

“We’ve all had them,” he sympathizes.

“I’ve been on a winning streak of so many back-to-back God-awful days, I can’t remember anything else. It’s starting to wear me down,” I tell him truthfully.

Concern shines bright in his eyes and the stunning aqua shade shifts into a stormy blue as his jaw sets.

Why am I spilling my guts to a man who is, for all intents and purposes, still a stranger?

He looks over my head, seemingly searching for something, but I’m not sure what.

“Come on, let’s get out of the way,” he drags me to the front of lobby, not even waiting for my response.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to exchange real names?”

“That only applies at the club. We obeyed the rules, but when we’re in the real world, we abide by different rules,J.S.,” he says with a light chuckle.

My cheeks blush furiously.

“You got my note?”

“Of course I did. And for the record, you were wrong.”

I furrow my eyebrows. “In what sense?”

“We meet again.”

“We do,” I say with a small smile.

His expression changes, turning more serious.

“Can I be honest?” he asks.

I nod, because I’m still awestruck.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we hooked up.” My pulse jumps at his admission. “I really wanted to know who you were. In fact, it was a burning need.”

Butterflies erupt inside me.

Oh.

My.

God.

“It’s the same for me,” I confess when I find my composure. “When I wasn’t consumed with all this drama––aka my life––you were on my mind.”

I spent the better part of Sunday at the office. Sydney came over on Sunday evening to keep me company and help me with my long list of stupid house chores. All the while, we exchanged naughty stories. Her alpha was undeniably an experienced lover, but he didn’t rock her world the way the man standing in front of me did mine.