“Harder, huh?” Slap. Slap. Slap. “How about that?”
“Aaaah! Levi!”
Levi?
Levi King?
The sounds die down as they both appear to have reached their heights. I still don’t know if I should go back inside or run out of here.
If I barge in on them now, they’d think that I’ve been hearing them all along and that would be super awkward.
And perverse.
“Oh, stop it.” Astrid — or who I assume is Astrid — scolds.
Her voice is a bit husky, but I hope it’s because she’s breathy, and not because she’s a different girl.
Please let it not be a different girl.
“You just came,” she hisses.
“I can never get enough of you, princess. Besides, I have other ways,” he grunts and soon after a giggle comes out.
Are they going at it again?
Maybe I should return to bed and pretend I’m asleep or something.
“Get a room.”
My back snaps at the signature bored voice.
Aiden.
He’s… back.
Something in my chest lifts. I don’t know if it’s joy or relief or anger.
Or all of them.
The anger at myself wins. How could I give him the remote control of my emotions this easily?
Astrid’s gasp is followed by scrambling about and a rustle of clothes.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Aiden?” Levi growls.
“This is my mother’s place.”
Wait. The Meet Up was Alicia’s place?
“Stop looking or I’ll poke your fucking eyes out,” Levi tells him.
“Looking at who?” I can almost imagine the smirk on Aiden’s face.
He’s taunting his cousin and he seems to enjoy it a bit too much.
The bastard can be so sadistic.
“Cover your arse, Lev. It’s not exactly a good sight first thing in the morning.”