Levi's Protection

TWO

The boy in the North Face strode along the sidewalk with with ease, with me in cradled in his arms. I shivered involuntarily because of the cold, and snuggled into his chest to try and stay warm. 

"We're almost to my car." His deep voice speaks softy, quickening his pace. 

The muscles on his chest and arms flex as he walks, and I shiver again, for a different reason this time. 

Seconds later we're standing is front of a black Escalade, and I'm being placed in the passenger seat. The boy shrugs off his jacket, leaving him only in his long sleeve T-shirt, and hands it to me. 

"You'll be cold." I state, feeling guilty. But he just grins, showing off his white teeth.

"Not any colder than you are now." He laughs and then sobers up, smiling, "You need it more than I do."

I give him a small smile, take the jacket from him and attempt to put it on, only to remember my injured arm.  Wincing, I decide to just drape it over me like a blanket. 

"When we get back to mine, I'll have someone take a look." He gestures to my arm, "I know someone who can come at this hour." He closes my door and jogs around to the drivers side, hopping in and pulling out his keys. I decide not to question him taking me to his home, he did just protect me from getting groped or worse from a guy with cigarette breath.  I trust him enough not to murder or kidnap me. 

"Who are you?" I question as he starts the car and pulls onto the street.

"My names Levi, Levi Kraemer." He speeds off down the deserted road and takes a sharp left, making me slam into the passenger door and groan in pain, "Shit, sorry. Buckle up." 

I do as I'm told, careful of my arm and bruised stomach, and then cover myself with his jacket once more.  

"Thank you," I shift to look at him, and he glances at me, before turning looking back to the road. I couldn't help but admire his jawline while I was at it, He really is attractive. "Thank you, for saving me from those guys." I see his hands tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. 

"You don't have to thank me," His jaw clenches up, the muscles popping, "Jason's a complete piece of trash." Silence fills the car, and I don't know whether to speak or stay quiet. 

Before I can make a decision, Levi pipes up, "You still haven't told me your name." 

I smile at him, "Its Willow, Willow Reynolds."  He glances at me surprised. 

"I've heard that last name before." A puzzled look still on his face, "Are you Tom Reynolds daughter?" 

It was my turn to look surprised, "Yeah, how do you know my dad?"

He doesn't answer me for a moment, looking deep in thought, "We used to work together, but not any more." I stay silent, keeping my questions to myself, deciding by the look on his face that he's not going to answer them. 

He looks like he's still in high school, how could him and my dad have worked together? 

The car slows, and I look out the window to see a large town home. It looked made completely of red brick, and looked very expensive. 

"You live  here?" I gape and turn to him. He just chuckles and nods. He hops out of the car and jogs around to my side again, opening the door. The cold air hits me as he does it. I reach over and unbuckle myself. He places an arm under my knees and the other supports my back, and lifts me out of the car, closing the door with his hip. 

"You don't have to carry me," I say, but I really don't want him to ever let go, "I can walk."

"No, You're hurt." He steps up the few stairs leading to the large, black front door, "And I really don't mind at all." He looks down at me and winks, making me grin at him.

He sets me on my feet for a moment while he unlocks the door and opens it, but lifts me up again and carries me over the threshold. 

The inside of the house is even more impressive than the outside. Everything looks brand new and modern. Levi takes a right into the living room and places me on the couch, then returns to the door to close it. 

"Are your parents home?" I ask him when he returns.

"My parents don't live here." He takes a seat on the couch next to me and takes out his phone, "I own the place." 

"You're 18?" 

He nods in response before bringing the phone to his ear, "Clay. Hey man, I need your help. Get over here as soon as you can."