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How comfortable that shit looked.

Levin leaving the house late.

The phone call I’d just walked downstairs on.

You know I love when you cook that.

My head snapped toward him.

“That was Sam on the fucking phone?”

Levin smiled.

“Now you catching up.”

I rushed him again.

This time he was ready.

He caught me, twisted me around and shoved me face-first against the wall.

“NIGGA! I told you stop fucking trying me!”

“Get the fuck off me!”

“Then calm your stupid ass down!”

He released me.

I spun around.

“You dead to me.”

Levin chuckled.

“That supposed to hurt?”

“I would’ve never did no shit like this to you.”

And just like that, every trace of humor left his face.

I grabbed my coat off the chair.

I couldn’t stay in that fucking house.

Couldn’t look at him.

My phone vibrated.

For one stupid fucking second, I hoped it was Sam.

It wasn’t.

Levin watched me as I headed for the door.

“Xay.”

I stopped.