LEVI:
“I... I can’t,” I stutter, glaring at her. Her eyes are as beautiful as ever, and f**k, I want nothing more than to be with her—but not in this state. I would never forgive myself if I did that, and she would probably hate me forever, because she probably wouldn’t even remember.
“Oh, please, stop acting like a child,” she breathes in a low, ragged, and soaked voice. I swallow hard at our proximity, feeling myself strain against my pants.
This is the worst moment for that, so I shut my eyes, trying not to think of her. I think of a lot of things to distract myself. Her fingers tighten around my shirt, pulling me closer. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her chest rises with every shallow breath, but still, I try not to put that in mind.
Her legs shift beneath me,
