EXES AND OH'S

Kiss Me

"You really don't need to drive me home." I grunt and roll my eyes at Levi, with him insisting to drive me back to my condo using my car. Ugh. This idiot. 

I know for a fact that Levi doesn't like using the public transport system because number one, he's a spoiled rich kid who's been so used to either having his own car or being chauffeured around with their very own family driver, number two, he doesn't know how to commute because of number one, and number three, he's just plain stupid. 

Levi told me, the last time he took a cab out here in LA, the taxi driver dropped him off in a really sketchy neighborhood — in front of a friggin' hot dog stand! Where people break bad and do real fucked-up and shady stuff like picking up prostitutes, buying and selling illegal drugs, and — I don't know, maybe dropping off chopped up bodies and rotten corpses?

I know, right?! Jesus Harold Christ! I know Levi was probably shit-scared when that happened, but I was actually having belly laughs when he told me that whole story.

"Seriously Levi, how are you gonna get back here? Please don't tell me you're taking a cab again! 'Cause I'm telling you, you might end up in frickin' Tijuana this time!"

He scoffs at me, zipping up and buttoning his jeans. "Don't worry, I've learned my lesson. I won't get too friendly and comfortable with the cab driver. I mean, Charlie, that driver who dropped me off at that hot dog stand in Chesterfield Square was really nice! He even let me borrow his book titled 'How To Make Friends And Kill Them' by Halley Feiffer. It's a really good book and it's still in my loft!"

What?!

I raise my eyebrows and give Levi a mocking stare, looking at him through my lashes. "Do you hear yourself?"

He snickers and raises his hands up in the air. "I'll be fine, I'll just ride an Uber this time." He guarantees, his pink lips curled into a pretty boy shy smile. "And it's really sweet that you're worried about me." He gets up from the edge of the bed and walks to me as I stand in front of the vanity dresser.

"Levi, I wasn't being sweet at all. I was being sarcastic!" I snap at him. Ugh. This dude is like a five-year-old. Literally! He's just so clueless and naïve sometimes. But despite of that fact, I love him — so fucking much. 

Dear God, why are you punishing me like this? Out of all the dudes out there that I'd fall in love with? Really?!

"Yeah, just keep those angry hormones skyrocketing." He just grins at me, clearly enjoying my agitation. Levi swings his denim shirt over his right shoulder, looking every inch like those Abercrombie models wearing jeans and nothing else. He closes our distance and stands in front of me, making me swoon and combust in my panties again. 

Yeah, Levi's still shirtless and I'm totally drooling over his chest and abs. I'm here salivating like a mad dog. He's not wearing his goddamned shirt because I ruined it last night when I got so fucking horny and impatient to undress him. And God, I just can't get over how yummy those abs are.

"I wanna take you out for breakfast." Levi says coolly, his breath brushing my lips as I look up at his green eyes.

I raise my eyebrows and snort. "Take me out? For breakfast?" 

"Yeah, why the hell not? I mean, we haven't really done breakfast before." He shrugs his shoulders. "Pretty please?" Levi begs, his voice an octave higher, sounding and acting real cute. He finally wraps his arms around my waist and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

Hell, I really wanna do breakfast with him too. I drag air into my lungs and let out a defeated breath. I rest my hands on Levi's nape and tip my toes for a sweet, juicy kiss.