“Are you telling me you stalked her?” I’m offended. I stop walking again to look at him. “Am I allowed to stalk other men?” I point at myself.
“If you want them to die,” Levi suddenly appears. He places a soothing hand on my back. “We were only making sure you didn't get roomed with some crazy person so I could switch you out into another room or something.”
“Fine. I’ll let this one go because I don’t like people just randomly peeing on my floor.” I give him a hard, welcome hug.
“What did she just say?” With his arms still around me, Levi asks Zeke. “Is someone peeing in front of her?” he adds with a growl.
“No one is peeing in front of me.” I throw up my arms. “I was just saying that I like Erika but that you can’t stalk her. That only applies to me.”
“No stalking other women. Got it.” Levi pulls me into his side and places a kiss on top of my head. I lean into him. I missed him while he was at practice.
“We’re going to get shirts with my name on them for you to wear,” I inform him. I’m not sure If Zeke told him of our plans. “Pink is my favorite color.” I fight a smile.
“I don’t give a shit. I’ll wear pink if that’s what you're into,” Levi says with a shrug, and I know he’s not joking. I snuggle in close to him and try to ignore all the people who keep looking at us.
CHAPTER9
LEVI
“What do you think?”Livvie says. Her hands are clasped to her chest and her eyes are twinkling with mischief.
I hold up the T-shirt that the mall worker just pulled off his stitching machine. “I didn’t know they made pinks this bright.”
“It is loud,” the roommate murmurs.
“Are you not going to wear it? Zeke pledged we’d get the same shirt, but if you want to back out…” Livvie trails off. The brat thinks I’d balk at this? Shit, if she asked, I’d parade around campus in a garter and a bra. I’ve got no shame when it comes to her.
I stuff the collar into my pocket, and I reach behind me to grab the center of my shirt. I start to pull but stop when Livvie yelps.
“Will you stop stripping in public? It’s like you want other girls to stare at you.” She jerks the hem of my shirt down.
My brows crash together. “I thought we were all supposed to wear these?”
“Not right now. Later. When we’re back on campus. That way everyone knows we belong together.”
“I’ve got a tank on under this,” I point out, pulling up the gray fabric to reveal the thin white dry-wick tank underneath.
“Oh.”
I wink at my flustered girl. “I learned my lesson from earlier.”
Livvie holds out her hand and wiggles her fingers. “Fine. Give it to me.”
Iwish.Of course, she’s talking about the shirt and not my dick that is in this perpetual half-mast state. I can suppress some of my lust for Livvie, but not all of it. I guess I’ll be walking around with a half-chub until I get inside of her. I whip my workout shirt off and pull on the hot-pink T-shirt in one smooth movement.
“There are neon signs that are less obvious,” Zeke notes. “Not that I’m complaining,” he adds quickly. He dons the pink shirt over his own black Brockhampton concert one.
We all wait for the third one to get finished. It won’t take long because it’s tiny compared to Zeke’s and mine. When it’s done and I’ve paid, we wait for Livvie to complete the set.
“Um, guys, maybe I should get something else?” Her eyes dart toward the roommate. She’s trying to tell us something, but I’m not quite getting it. I glance to Zeke to see if he has a better translation.
She doesn’t want her roommate to know something.
Him: It can’t be about us. The roommate already knows.
Me: She doesn’t want it to be public then.
Him:Then what’s with the T-shirts?