10
LEVI
The door clicked shut behind Zeke, and Lily and I sat in silence, every second ticking past making the cooling mess inside my jeans uncomfortable as hell.
Heat rose to my face at how easily I’d come, how quickly.
Because I’d been looking at him, touching him, feeling the hard evidence of how much he wanted me.
Me.
Not Lily. No doubt rested in my head over what had enticed him to stay, to drop his shields for a taste.
But Lily had gotten his mouth, not me.
Ugliness rolled in my stomach, same as when she’d kissed him, same as when she’d gotten on her knees, ready to blow him. I’d wished it had been me, not her, touching him.
“That was so damn hot,” she let out a sigh, pulling herself back up onto the couch, all sprawled limbs, messy hair, and swollen lips.
Beautiful enough
