I’m only somewhat aware he’s lying on his side, back to the window, watching me with those blue eyes that look black. I don’t imagine he’s smiling. At the least, no smile rests in his voice. “Are you going to be able to get any sleep tonight, kitten?” I tense. What if he calls me kitten in front of my parents? What if they know it’s not usually an innocent nickname? I didn’t “brief” him on anything past telling him to not be evil but also not be liked. So lost in my thoughts, I forget to answer. Levi moves, and my heart jumps into my throat. His finger touches my bicep, and my heart thunders
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