The Intern

Chapter 28

"Lately I've been... I've been losing sleep... Dreamin' about the things that we could be..."

The smooth, deep voice filled my ears as Levi's chest rumbled gently beneath my palm. My fingers brushed against his skin and my eyes slowly opened, the familiar lyrics rousing me from what had been the most comfortable sleep I'd had in my own bed. In my sleepy haze I wasn't quite sure where the voice had come from, and it took me a moment before it finally registered. I turned surprised eyes up to Levi and he stared back at me with an amused smirk spread across his lips.

"What?"

"I didn't know you could sing," I blurted out before realizing how rude that probably sounded. I shook my head quickly, correcting myself, "I mean, I didn't know that you do."

"Only when I'm alone," he shrugged, tightening his arms around my waist to pull me closer. "Or when I don't think anyone's listening, like now."

"I can pretend not to be listening," I offered, resting my head back against his chest. I felt it move as he chuckled softly.

"Not happening, kid." He angled his head to the side and moved his fingers slowly through my hair, playing with the strands. "Besides, I don't like singing in English. I've just had that song stuck in my head for the past few days."

My brow furrowed and I tilted my head to gaze up at him, "What do you sing in?"

"French, mostly."

I felt my cheeks heat as the thought of Levi singing or speaking anything in French flooded my mind. A moment ago I wanted to hear him sing simply for the enjoyment of the sound, but now I had to hear it. The mere thought of his tongue moving over those foreign words did strange things to my body.

"Can I hear it?"

"Hear what?" he frowned, gazing down at me, "I already told you I'm not going to sing. What difference does the language make?"

"Well, you're more comfortable singing it," I argued as I propped myself up and rested my folded arms on his chest. "And I've never heard you say much of anything in French before. You could make up for that."

"I wasn't aware I had an obligation to speak in French," Levi commented, raising one eyebrow.

"I'd say it's more of an unspoken obligation," I smirked, not bothering to keep the joking edge out of my voice.

"Is that so?" he teased back, "Well then..."

He suddenly grabbed a hold of my waist and flipped me over, pressing me down into the soft comfort of the bed as his lips brushed against my ear. His hand slid slowly along the length of my thigh as he purred in a husky voice, "Oui, oui. Baguette. Omelette du fromage."

Breakfast never sounded so sexy.

He smacked my ass and laughed before moving off of the bed, "Speaking of which, I'm fucking hungry. I'm gonna go take a dump and get dressed. Your friends are probably waiting for us."

From French to shit talk in under two seconds. That was definitely one of the reasons that I lov-

My face paled as images from the night before came rushing back to me. Our bodies moving together as the sweat dripped off our skin, the both of us moaning and writhing until we were left panting in exhaustion. I had curled up in his arms and enjoyed the scent of his skin as my mind drifted off into the haze of sleep. I had been so consumed by fatigue and emotions that I'd had no control over my mouth. I had said something to him before falling asleep. Three short words. I was sure of it.

"Levi, did I say something last night?" I desperately tried to keep my voice from trembling. "You know, after we..."

"Do you think you said something?" Levi asked, watching me with a guarded expression as he folded his clothing over one arm.