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Like he hadn’t done shit.

“That’s good, baby. Go wash up.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Dinner almost done. Go.”

Zion headed upstairs.

I pointed at Amari and Michael.

“Y’all too. Take those coats back off and wash your hands.”

“But you said⁠—”

“We’re not leaving anymore. Go.”

They took off upstairs.

I pulled Serenity’s little hat off before taking her from the car seat.

“Thank you for getting him.”

“No problem.”

I looked at Levin sideways.

This nigga was really standing in my house acting fucking normal.

And for some reason, that pissed me off more than if he’d walked in here grinning.

Because I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I couldn’t stop thinking about taking my panties off because he told me to.

Couldn’t stop thinking about how good he’d made me feel.

Couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I went home to his brother afterward and hadn’t wanted Xay to touch me since.

That part bothered me.

Because Playroom was one thing.

I had been drinking.

Horny.

Mad at my husband.

Surrounded by people doing every freaky fucking thing imaginable.

I could’ve blamed the atmosphere.

But I’d been sober for almost two weeks.

And I was still thinking about Levin.

I started picking up toys from the living-room floor just to give myself something to do.