“So…” Levi settles in my bed, looking like a force of sexy nature draped in the disarray I caused my blankets. One leg draws up, and he has the arrogance to tuck his hands behind his head, giving me an unnecessary show of his strong arms when they flex. “You met a guy one night. And then you stole his coat.” My face heats as I rip a modest, short-sleeve dress out of my closet. “I did not. He gave it to me.” “You met a guy one night, and he was so enamored by you, he gave you his coat,” Levi amends.
