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“Then back up.”
“You ain’t tell me that last night.”
My eyes widened.
“Levin.”
He smiled.
I lowered my voice.
“You are fucking insane.”
“That video was nice.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Could’ve been longer.”
My mouth dropped.
“Nigga!”
He laughed under his breath.
I slapped his chest.
“Move.”
He didn’t.
Instead, he looked down at my hand still sitting against his chest.
I snatched it away.
“You asked for it,” I whispered.
“And you sent it.”
“I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”
“I do.”
“Oh, you do?”
“Mhm.”
“What was I thinking then?”
His eyes stayed on mine.
“About me.”
I hated how fucking confident he was.
Even worse?
I hated that he wasn’t wrong.
