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“Levin.”

“What?”

“Please don’t piss me off while I’m actively searching your kitchen for my underwear after fucking you.”

That made him laugh even harder.

“Shit crazy when you say it like that.”

“Because it IS crazy!”

I bent down and looked underneath the table.

Nothing.

He finally started looking while I checked underneath one of the chairs.

“There!”

I damn near pointed like I’d found buried treasure.

My panties were halfway underneath the chair.

“Thank fucking God.”

Levin looked at me.

“You was really panicking.”

He started laughing again.

I froze with them in my hand.

“Jesus Christ.”

“You good?”

I looked up.

Levin was watching me.

“I’m looking for my fucking shoe.”

“Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“You good?”

I stopped.

That question shouldn’t have been hard.

But it was.

I looked at him.

Then around his kitchen.