So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

“Wait,” I say, feeling breathless. Levi parts the door slightly and offers me a questioning brow. “What?” he asks. I wet my lips and muster all the courage I can find. “Don’t fuck her, Levi. Please . . . please don’t fuck her.” He straightens up and asks, “Why?” “Because.” I twist my hands over my clutch as I try to find my words. “Because. Why?” he asks, this time, taking a step forward and lifting my chin with his finger, forcing me to look at him. “Because I don’t want you fucking her.” “Why not?” He’s not letting me get away with evasiveness. When I don’t respond right away, he believes I won’t answer and starts to shut the door again. But I don’t let him as I step inside the room where I spot Samantha sitting on the edge of the bed, hands propped behind her, enjoying the show between Levi and me. “Wylie, unless you have a reason⁠—” “Because I want you,” I say before I can stop myself. “I want you, Levi, for myself. So please, please don’t do anything with her. It will . . .” I choke out the last few words. “It will gut me.”