“Are we okay?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Of course, Smarty. It’s not you. I just really don’t like him.”
“You don’t even know him, Levi.”
I shrug because I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’ve wasted enough time on him anyway. After placing a sweet kiss on her forehead, I ask, “When do you plan on introducing me to those clothes?”
Presley laughs and mocks my shrug. “Are you going to your dad’s this weekend?”
I lean my head on the back of the couch and look up at her ceiling fan, going round and round in circles. “I talked to him today and he said that he was tired of me.” I chuckle. “But that I can only come if I bring you since you didn’t go with me last time. Apparently, I’m not as annoying and worrisome with you around.”
“You do worry about him a lot, but I get it. I’d even say that he likes that you worry.”
“I’m sure, Smarty. What do you want to do tonight?” I turn my head to look at her and her almost empty cup.
“Nothing. Let’s just watch a movie and you can cuddle with me. Don’t you want to spend the night?”
I fake a sigh like it would be the worst thing in the world. “I guess I can.”
Presley gives me a glare, but doesn’t say anything. She finishes off her milkshake, turns on the TV, and then cuddles into me. It still baffles me how close to she is to me when she lies with me. I’m surprised she doesn’t somehow become glued to me. I love it, though. Having her like this is one of my favorite things, not that I would tell her. I can just imagine the reaction if people found out that Captain Levi Carr loves to cuddle.
No, thank you.
Zoning out the noise from the TV, I think about this weekend. I’ve been visiting Momma’s grave more often, but I’ve never taken Presley with me. Maybe I should this weekend. Couldn’t hurt, right? Part of me rather go alone instead of taking Presley with me just because I almost feel like I’ll lose the comfort of going by myself. It’s almost as if I can feel my mom there with me and what if that’s not there when Presley is with me? I don’t want to risk that.
A hand waves in front of my face.
“What?” I ask, looking at Presley.
“I asked you a question.” Her lips do that perfect little pout. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” She so doesn’t believe me. “Ready for bed?”
I watch as she debates mentally whether to make me tell her or just go to bed.
“Sure?”
“I’m sure, Smarty.”
She nods and then we’re off to get ready for bed. Once we’re all settled, Presley is asleep in minutes. Her day was as long as mine, and I’m out like a light right with her.
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Warm lips kiss the corner of my mouth effectively waking me up.
“Mmm, Smarty.” Through hooded eyes, I see her smirk.
“Morning, Captain Carr,” she mumbles, her lips traveling down my jaw.
I can’t help but chuckle because hearing those two words coming from her turns me on and cracks me up at the same time. All the laughter stops when Presley crawls to lay on me.
“Rise and shine,” she grins, trailing her nails teasingly across my skin, promising what’s to come. Smarty sits up, pulling off her shirt. Immediately, I sit up, so I can run my hands up her back against that so soft skin. There’s a slight chill in the room making little goosebumps pop up all over her. “God, I love your hands,” Presley breathes, but it turns into a moan when I take one of her breasts into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around her nipple for a few seconds before I pull it between my teeth. My girl loves my little bites as much as I love her digging her nails into me. Presley’s hands come to rest on my shoulder, her nails sticking in me as she grips them. Grazing my teeth along her skin, I move to her other breast, sucking hard. I hold on to her hips and roll us over.
Nibbling my way down her stomach,
I tug off her shorts.