Chapter Fourteen
Levi
Tonight, I had two firsts. Shower sex and washing someone else. Watching Presley while I ran a soapy rag over her skin was way more sensual than I ever thought it could be. And then having her to the same to me? I shake my head at the thought, just as there is a knock on the door. Presley still has a towel wrapped around her, and I’ve only got on my boxer briefs.
“Who the hell is here?”
“I don’t know,” Presley answers.
“Get dressed and I’ll go see,” I say, snagging a pair of gym shorts. The knock becomes more incessant after I’ve slipped on the shorts and walk over to the door. Just as I grab the handle, I hear a voice on the other side.
“Pres, c’mon. Open the door.” It’s Zack, who sounds a little drunk. “Look, I’m sorry about the other night, okay? I might have been a little out of line. And drunk.”
I swing open the door, shock taking over his facial features that seems to sober him up a little. “Out of line how exactly?” What was he doing over here, drunk I might add, and why didn’t Presley tell me what happened?
“Oh, Levi, hey.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare at him. “Answer my question.”
“Levi, who -” Presley begins from behind me. “Zack? What are you doing here?” I’m taking up most of the doorway, so Smarty is standing behind me, peering around on my right side.
My angry eyes never leave Zack. “He wanted to apologize for the other night.”
When Smarty grips my arm, as if he said what happened and she’s afraid that I might charge him, I get more pissed off. What the hell happened?
“Presley,” I say evenly, glancing down at her.
“I want to talk to Presley,” Zack interrupts, lifting a hand up on the door frame to steady himself.
“Talk then.”
“No,” Presley quickly interjects. “Zack, go home. Did you drive here? Do we need to call you a cab?”
“But Pres,” he whines and I roll my eyes at him.
“Levi,” she says softly, causing me to look at her. “Will you please help me get him back down the stairs? Maybe one of his friends drove him over. If not, we’ll just call him a cab.”
“Don’t talk like I’m not even here!”
“Shut the fuck up.” I glare at Zack before looking back at Smarty. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
“Thank you.”
Unfortunately, while Presley and I put our shoes on and our hoodies, Zack makes himself comfortable on her couch. Thankfully, he doesn’t fall asleep.
“All right. C’mon, Zack,” I say, helping him off the couch. He’s drunker than I thought. His weight is almost all on me as I walk him down the stairs with Presley following closely behind.
“Thank the stars,” she says when we reach the bottom. “This way.” With Zack in tow, I follow her to a car. A guy gets out and starts apologizing.
“Sorry, Pres. I told him he didn’t need to come over here, but you know how he gets.”
“Just get him home safely.”
The guy nods and comes to transfer Zack from me to him.
“Presley, I just wanted to talk,” he slurs.
“See ya,” she says to the other guy, completely ignoring Zack. Smarty takes my hand and leads me back to her apartment. “Don’t look at me like that, Levi,” she snaps once we walk inside.