“She deserved it,” I say. “You hurt her feelings. She was trying to turn you into a predator.” Levi yawns, setting his phone on the nightstand, letting his head rest back in the pillows, and staring at me past his lashes. “I don’t want to be a predator, kitten.” My eyes roll as I make my way to the bed and settle in with him. Closing his eyes, he murmurs, “I’m a puppy. Harmless.” My fingers itch to touch him, so I dare to be even a fragment as bold as my cousin. Lifting my fingers, I brush through the dark strands resting on his forehead. “You’re anything but harmless.”
