Dahnya's POV:
Dad left for Andrea’s place about thirty minutes ago, and I called Levi the minute he set foot out the door. I know — I spent the entire weekend with him, but I cannot help myself — I miss him already. There is a knock at the front door, and I run-walk to open it for him.
I jump into Levi’s arms, and he grabs onto my bum, lifting me for an embrace. “Let me just close the door, sweetheart.” He is always the sensible one, it seems. Levi leaves his shoes and jacket in my bedroom — old habits die hard. Although, my dad might suspect that Levi will be spending the night.
“Do you like your popcorn with or without butter?” His eyebrows shoot up. “With!” I say a silent thank you (how wrong would it be if he didn’t share my love for salty, buttery popcorn?).
“So, I am not normally
