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what I just revealed. Rather, it’s that I don’t want her to feel any obligation to take this to the next level before she’s ready.
With a deliberate shake of her head, she stands. “I don’t care about the game anymore right now. Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Charlie
The subway ride back to my place isn’t half as laid back as the ride to Yankee Stadium. It’s laced with promise and the same electric current building between us. When we reach my apartment, he grabs my hand and stops me at the entrance.
Impatiently, I look up at him.
“I could kiss you goodnight right here, Charlie. We could end this date at first base, and I’d still be the luckiest guy in the world. I’m not asking you to—”
“Shut up and kiss me, Levi.” Gripping the cotton material covering his pecs, I tug him into a kiss and release all the pent-up emotions I’ve felt for years. The frustration from seeing him with other girls. The anticipation of what’s to come. The overwhelming need that’s crippled me on more than one occasion. I release all of it, and he takes it all in stride with his hands on my hips and his tongue dueling with mine for control. Once I’m breathless, I rock back on my heels.
“Did I make myself clear?” I ask with a pointed stare.
He grins, mimicking what I’d said at the beginning of our date that feels like a lifetime ago. “Crystal.”
When we reach my apartment, I open the door then motion him inside. “Aaaand, here we are.”
His deep laugh is like music to my ears before he grabs my hand and twirls me around. Losing my footing, I fall into his arms before he drops a quick kiss to my forehead.
“Come on, Charlie. Let’s take it easy and watch Netflix for a bit.”
“But I thought—”
“Yeah. I know what you thought. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s just chill.”
A snort escapes me before I cover my face in embarrassment.
“What’s so funny?”
“Netflix…chill….” I laugh even harder while attempting to explain myself.
Finally, he gets it and joins in. “Come on, horn dog. Let’s go.”
Tugging me to the couch, he plops down onto the worn cushions then reaches for the remote. The television purrs quietly from characters talking, and the sound almost instantly calms my nerves enough for me to relax next to Levi. After a few minutes, my best friend grabs my legs and pulls them into his lap. We’ve been in this situation more times than I can count, but this time’s different. There’s a promise in his touch that’s never been present before. Unable to move, I silently watch him slip off my red Chucks before digging his thumb into the arch of my foot.
“Mmm,” I moan, practically melting under his expert touch. “That feels amazing.”
“Thought you might like that,” he murmurs with a teasing smile.
He keeps massaging my feet before traveling up to my calves, squeezing the muscles then rubbing the tension away. After a few minutes, his hands graze my bare skin an inch above my knee before traveling back down to my calves. The innocent touch steals my attention from Ross and Rachel on Friends. But when I sneak a glance at Levi, he seems completely invested in whether or not the couple was on a break during one of the previous seasons in the show. My ramrod straight spine eases back into the cushions once I’ve deemed him oblivious, and I keep watching the television.
About thirty seconds later, it happens again. Only this time, his hand is a few inches higher than before. Again, I look at Levi, but he’s still focused on the argument playing out on the screen. My lips form a thin line as my suspicion rises. But I ignore it.
Minutes later, I’m almost a puddle of contentment under his ministrations when his hand grazes the hem of my dress, making me squirm. For the third time in five minutes, I glance at Levi, who’s still staring at the damn TV. Then his mouth quirks up in the corner.
Game on, Levi.
With my foot in his lap, I shift it closer to his stomach, gently brushing against the crotch of his jeans. His hands stall for a split second, and it takes everything inside of me to hide my smile. I keep my eyes glued to the television, but I can feel him staring a hole through the side of my head as he continues to rub my tired muscles. Once his attention goes