Down With Broken ✓

Part 12: Worth It

"Why would you believe we'd be something worth regretting?"

I moved Levi's hair out of his eyes, "It all seems so unreal. You...liking me? I mean, come on."

"Hey..." he whispered and took my hand from his hair, enclosing my fingers in his gentle grasp. "Everything I feel for you is real Amora."

I searched his eyes and he held me closer, "I promise."

Everything about him was so sincere in this moment. From the sad narrowness of his eyelids to the low tone of his voice. I couldn't help but believe him.

His nose touched mine and I inched closer, tilting my head as he brought his hand behind my neck. At the feel of his callused fingers on my skin, I could feel every ounce of nervousness kick in.

But I kept my place, and took pleasure at the wait, as his cool breath hovered over my mouth.

"I promise you," he told me once more, as if he could hear the hurricane of my thoughts starting inside my mind. At those words, neither of us wasted any more time.

His lips finally met mine and it felt so magical.

I felt more than liked. I felt loved.

He was treating my lips as if they were the most delicate thing in the world.

Levi pulled away to let me breathe after a long second, slowly opening his eyes, "Amora..."

I pushed him back onto the road, kissing him again, and he moaned into my mouth as both our tongues collided.

He ran his hand down my back and rolled over to his side, bringing my leg around his waist.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kisses. They felt so sweet and strong at the same time.

His pants grinded between my thighs and the friction sent a spark through me.

I was feeling something emerge within me. It was something I have never felt before, and when I let out a small whimper, he knew what it was and pulled away.

I looked up at him over me, and we both started to laugh.

"You're a thirsty one," he teased.

I hid my face and he kissed my hands that covered it, "My baby..."

His baby?!

• • •

"Can't believe we just made out on a parking lot," I giggled.

He smiled and brought me to his side with his arm, "You're so happy."

I am?

"Yeah," I thought, "I am."

"Are we making us official?" he asked.

"You're not down with being friends with benefits?" I teased.

He kissed the top of my head, "Down with anything, as long as I'm with you."

I thought back to that day he was singing in front of all those people...being down with broken. What did it mean?

"I'd much rather not play like that though, y'know?"

I nodded in agreement, "Me neither."

He bent down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walked to his car, "So?"

I hummed, "Hm...yes. Call me yours, Levi."

He started cheesing like an idiot. I felt like a trophy.

"We're going to be king and queen of the world," he pecked my lips, "I know it."

• • •

I watched Levi tap the arm rest with his fingers as his other hand was placed in the opening of the steering wheel.

He drove so effortlessly.

Slow Motion was playing in the background and I was looking out of the window.

"Trey Songz be singing about the nastiest stuff in the most emotional tone," Levi said, shaking his head.

"No he don't."

He laughed and placed a hand to his chest, "Yes the hell he does. He be like oooo and that booty make me wan-"

I grabbed his arm, cackling, "Enough, enough."

He smiled from ear to ear.

"It do make the kitty go drip drip though," I said playfully, without thinking, and wiped a tear from my cheek as I stopped laughing.

He lowered his voice, "Oh?"

I blinked and he noticed me cross my legs, smirking to himself.

"We can make some nasty music back at the studio while everybody else is busy partying. It'll just be us."

I rose an eyebrow, "Puh leeez."

"What?" he laughed and turned on his blinker with the flick of his index finger, slouching back a little, "I used to rap. I can put out a few lines."

"That's why they call you Lil Lee?"

"Please don't," he said immediately.

• • •

He opened the studio doors with his keys and let me in. Both of us proceeded to the music room and he turned on the lights.

I smiled to myself as I started messing with the keys at Josiah's piano station. They were so polished and easy to press.

Levi covered his ears as I started bashing at them, "Amora. What the hell?!"

I pursed my lips, "My bad."

He chuckled and sat on a stool in front of the audio controls, holding his arms out for me, "Come here."

At his invitation, I walked into his embrace and stood between his legs, "What is it?"

He hugged my side and handed me a mic, "Sing for me."

My eyes widened with fear.

"You can do it," he told me confidently. "Sing."