I’m standing in the doorway, watching, kind of…amused? My sixteen-year-old cousin is actually going for it, huh? “Do you work out?” she croons, lifting a hand to Levi’s bicep, and I’m not jealous in a concerned Levi wants to commit a crime kind of way. I’m jealous in a dangnabbit, if only I had those guts myself kind of way. Maybe I haven’t copped a feel of his biceps, but I sure as heck have felt them wrapped around me. Levi’s eye twitches; my phone goes nuts. I look at the messages. Levi: I can see you. Levi: Help. Me. Levi: Rose. Levi: Rose, dang it. Levi: You’re a sadist. Levi: A
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