Loving Levi Greene

Chapter 17: Moss

*******Levi's POV*******

I have been awake for a while now.

Long enough to allow my eyes to roam over every delicate, feminine, and strong feature of her face.

She's breathtaking.

Her cheeks have a permanent blush on them, highlighting her high cheek bones.

Her lashes are long and thick, resting peacefully on her sleeping eyes.

Her mouth, full and pink, is parted slightly. Every now and then it twitches upward in a sweet smile and I wonder if she is dreaming of me as I dreamt of her.

Bright morning sun beams pour through the canopy of thick, green branches above us. Streams of sunlight fall on Amelia's chocolate hair, turning the brown strands into a glittering weft of vibrant reds and honey golds.

She is truly a work of art.

I could lay on this bed of moss with this angel of perfection in my arms for eternity if God would allow it. I know I wouldn't mind.

I look up at the forest surrounding us. We are completely alone and hidden.

Everything is green and covered in springy moss, rainbow flowers are surrounding us near the circle of bushes. I hear water sounds near by, there must be a brook somewhere close.

This is perfect

I look back down to Amelia. She's smiling again.

I don't know how I ever lived without her in my life.

How I am ever going to.

My heart clenches at the thought of not having this moment ever again. So serene. So perfect.

I wonder if she will regret this. If she will regret what we did last night.

I let the memory of last night's event take over, and I see her. Beautiful, hips moving, hair waterfalling down the sides of her breasts. She smiles and looks down at me through sensual, hooded eyes.

I feel my shaft twitch and begin to stiffen just at the thought of it.

I start to think of what followed. We stayed huddled to together, my arms wrapped around her small frame, both of us silent and panting. Neither of us uttered a word. We didn't have to. We just laid there. Gazing at the hovering fireflies dancing above us.

Simply enjoying each other's company.

It felt like a dream. Like it was something my brain had desperately conjured up, to perfect to be a natural occurrence.

Nights like last night only take place in fairy tales and children's books.

But looking down at a still-sleeping Amelia, I confirm that I, had in fact, not dreamed it. It happened.

I carelessly wonder if it will ever happen again.

I also wonder if she will awake and be flooded with shame for being with someone like me. Someone who cannot offer her the life she deserves.

She deserves better.

Shame now violently rolls through me. Shame and a deep hatred.

Hatred for myself for being the way that I am. For being who I am.

And who I am related to.

I'll never allow my father or John to harm a hair on her head. I know that if they think that she means anything to me at all, then they'd use her just to mess with my head. To get inside my head.