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Mack barks out a laugh, handing Levi a beer. “Yes, you. Many times. Now, come on, I was told to find the birthday girl and bring her to her friends.”

He throws his arms around my shoulder and elbows Levi out of the way, earning him a low growl. But Mack only smirks at his friend.

“Happy birthday, Bear,” he says, leading us back inside.

I grin. “Thanks, Mack.”

When we reach the dance floor, we find our friends. Austin and Sam wish me a happy birthday, and Pia shoves a red solo cup into my hands. I take a whiff of the liquid and scrunch my nose.

“What is that?”

“I don’t know.” She giggles. “Made it myself, so it’s safe and surprisingly tasty.”

I take a tentative sip, and she’s not wrong. “Mm…not bad."

It's a little sweet, but I’m making this my last drink for the night. Between the wine, beer, and whatever this concoction is, I don’t think I can stomach mixing more alcohol.

When the music changes to something upbeat and contemporary, Pia hauls me toward Elsie and Macy, who are already in the crowd. The bass vibrates through the floor, and I get lost in the music.

Somewhere between the first and second song, Levi and his friends join in, and I alternate between dancing with my boyfriend and my girls. Even Mack and Sam sneak in a dance with me, though I’m pretty sure it’s just to piss Levi off, judging by the grins they throw his way.

I have no idea how many songs pass, but by the time Levi tugs me off the dance floor, I’m breathless and slightly sweaty.

He doesn’t say anything as he holds onto my hand, maneuvering us through the house, and I don’t ask questions.

He guides us up the stairs to the second floor, trying door handles until one finally swings open.

I watch as he quickly hides his beer bottle behind a large potted plant. Before I can react, he pulls me into a small bathroom.

“Levi, what—” my words are cut off when he pushes me up against the wall and grinds his growing erection into me. I whimper when he shifts, the apex of my thighs begging for more friction.

“Do you know how hard it’s been seeing you in this outfit all night and wanting nothing more than to touch you?

” Levi rasps as his tongue snakes out and licks the sweat off my rapidly beating pulse.

He moves further down the crook of my neck until he gets to a tender, fleshy spot.

He bites down and sucks. Then, his tongue runs over the mark, soothing the sting.

“Taste you until your pussy drips on my tongue.”

Another whimper falls from me, a little more desperate than the last. “I like knowing how turned on I make you.”

“So you’re admitting to being a tease on the dance floor?”

“Maybe—”

He cuts me off for the second time in a matter of minutes. This time, it’s when he pulls my underwear to the side and slips two fingers inside me.

He groans his approval against my neck when he feels how wet I am for him already. But instead of moving like I think he’s going to, his fingers lie limp inside me.

“Levi, please move.” I pant, not caring that I’m practically begging him to finger fuck me.

He smirks, leaving me to take matters into my own hands. Moving my hips over his fingers, I try to get some of that friction I’m aching for. But the angle is awkward, and I get no relief.

I huff out a frustrated breath, and he chuckles. I grab his wrist, fully prepared to move his hand myself, but he stops me by putting his thumb on my clit and applying pressure.

A soft cry leaves my mouth, but frustratingly, he pulls his thumb away.

“Tell me why you deserve to come?”

“Because I want to,” I say lamely, but he shakes his head.

“Not good enough.” He rasps.

I stare into his eyes, which remind me so much of home, good memories, and love in the purest form: unconditional and without expectations.

I rack my brain, trying hard to think of what he wants me to say, but all it can focus on is coming over his fingers. Fingers, which are still nestled inside my slick heat.

Somewhere in my subconscious mind, it clicks, and I know what he wants to hear. “Because I’m yours.”

“ Mine ,” he growls, rewarding me by finally moving his fingers.

My fingers slide into his hair, gripping the strands at the nape of his neck. “Faster.”

This time he obeys, and my head falls back against the door with a moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” He grunts, curling his fingers upward as he works me to the brink of orgasm.

“Y-yes.” I cry out.

When his thumb circles my clit, I begin to tremble. Unable to hold on any longer, I convulse around him seconds later.

My eyelids flutter, and I see him lift his fingers to his mouth through the haze. He sucks them clean, humming his approval.

Levi straightens up, cupping my face as his thumb gently traces my lower lip. “Best fucking sound is you coming undone for me.”

“Thank you,” I say, still slightly delirious. “For that and my gifts this morning.”

“I have one more gift waiting for you,” he says. “Meet me at my apartment later when Pia goes to bed.”

“Levi, no,” I protest. “You’ve done so much already.”

“Don’t you get it yet? You’re it for me, Bear. Nothing is too much when it comes to you.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

He places a soft kiss on my forehead. “I love you, too.”

Our intimate moment is ruined when someone bangs on the bathroom door, telling us to hurry up.

I let out a shaky laugh. “Guess that’s our cue.”

With Levi’s help, I quickly adjust my clothes. When we leave the bathroom, I keep my head down, fully aware of how it looks and knowing it’s exactly as it seems.

Levi grabs his beer bottle, taking a long pull from it before we head back to our friends.

Pia is the first person I see, her face breaking into a smile when she spots us. “I frikken love Huska.”

I give her a quick one-arm hug. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

She looks me up and down. “Where did you disappear to? You look different.”

I attempt to subtly smooth down my hair, but her eagle eyes track the movement. When she spots Levi close behind, her eyes widen, and she giggles.

“Oh, shit. Okay, happy birthday to you, Care Bear.” She winks, then turns to Levi. “Thank you for making Bear glow with happiness.”

“Oh my God, ignore her,” I tell him.

“I'm happy to be of service, " he says, flashing Pia a grin.

Despite my cheeks flaming with embarrassment, seeing my boyfriend and best friend interact like this warms my heart.

I think it’s safe to say my twenties are starting pretty damn great.