by Layne, Lyssa
I felt a strong arm around my shoulder and I knew instinctively who it was. Levi always seemed to be waiting in the wings for the perfect opportunity. Yet it didn't feel awkward, to my surprise it felt good to have him standing so close to me.
''Shh, you’ll be okay, Rock Star.''
I kept my eyes averted from his. “I know,” I whispered.
''Come here.'' He turned me in his arms and hugged me against him tightly. My cheek rested against his rock hard-chest. I’d never noticed his chest or arms before, but he was obviously very fit. I made a conscious decision to allow him to take care of me, letting him in. My walls were down and I admitted to myself, I enjoyed having Levi hold me.
We watched Val disappear on the other side of the gate. She was leaving us to give her and John a chance to be together and I hoped it would be everything she wanted. There were no hard feelings, she only wanted to be with her boyfriend. I’d never been in love yet, but I was trying my best to understand.
Levi’s fingers ran from my shoulder, to my elbow and then, down to my hand. My breathing hitched, I didn't know what he wanted, what was behind the gesture. His fingers interlinked with mine, ''Don't overthink this, just hold my hand,'' he whispered, and we walked back to his car. I was confused, I tried my best to let it go, enjoy his comforting gesture, but I was scared. Scared and nervous about enjoying it more than I should.
Levi didn't follow Tyler and Bekka, he went slower than the posted speed limits. Any other time, I would have been irritated with him, but at the moment, I didn't mind. Why? I had no clue. I needed someone and he was there for me. Our hands remained entwined and I didn't move away, I wanted the contact.
We were stopped at a red light, I knew he was looking at me but I continued staring out the window. I could feel his gaze and had to forcibly stop myself from turning to look at him. The tension was there between us, I could feel it in the air. Our hands were warm and mine were tingling. As the tension became unbearable, I was saved by my phone ringing.
I took it out of my pocket with my free hand and glanced at the screen. ‘‘It’s Tristan.''
Levi released my hand so I could answer the call.
''Hey, Tristan.'' I tried to hide the excitement in my voice, it seemed really awkward, considering I was holding another guy’s hand just a few seconds ago.
''Hey, baby, are you working tonight?'' he asked.
''Yeah, I am. You want to come?''
''No, I wanted to ask you out, but its fine. Another time, maybe.'' There was no disappointment in his voice.
''Yeah, I’d love that,'' I answered, wondering if I should ask Tyler for the night off.
''I’ll talk to you later,'' he said, before he hung up abruptly. He didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye. I was a bit shocked by how rude he’d been, it made me wonder if he really did want to be with me.
I put the phone back into my pocket and stole a quick look at Levi. He was concentrating on the road and remained quiet. The silence was killing me. I knew he didn’t like Tristan, but I did. This new friendship we were developing wasn’t going to work if he wasn’t able to deal with him.
''So what’s up?'' he questioned after a minute or two.
''He just called to ask if I was working. I am, so I won't see him tonight. That’s all.''
''Okay.''
Was that all he had to say? We were stuck in traffic and I watched as he plugged his iPhone into the car radio and scanned through his playlist. He turned it on and the music started pumping through the speakers. I was interested to see what would play, I had no idea what his musical tastes might be.
The first song to play was by Incubus. He started with ‘Pardon Me’ and it was followed by all their best songs. ‘Pardon Me’ was the song I’d sung at the club the night before. It was my favorite. I sang along to the music, and followed the beat of the song in my head. Levi glanced across at me with a beautiful smile. I was flattered and surprised to discover I wasn’t shy about offering him a private concert.
He raised his arm, brushing a single finger across my cheek, sliding it up and down across my skin. ''You have a beautiful voice, Rock Star.''
''So, I'm Rock Star now?'' I asked him, smiling.
''Yeah, unless you prefer Princess?''
We both laughed and his hand settled over mine again. I peeked at him, asking myself why he wanted to touch me. He caught me looking and read the look on my face.
''I just like holding your hand, Rock Star. There isn't anything more to it. I’m not going to ask you to marry me when we get out the car.''
''I hope not, because I would say no, so you can save yourself the embarrassment.'' I laughed alone this time, Levi obviously didn't think I was funny. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you,'' I apologised quietly. I was such a smart ass sometimes, and didn’t always think before I spoke. He remained quiet, but he kept his hand over mine. ''I like it when you hold my hand Levi, I really do,'' I tried to reassure him, and it was true, with his touch I felt safe.
My eyes were burning from all the crying, so I laid my head against the seat and closed my eyes. Levi turned the volume down on the stereo and he started drawing little circles on my hand with his thumb, soothing me. I was surprised he was paying such close attention. He was proving he cared and I really appreciated it.
His fingers, his warmth, the feel of his skin touching mine were all settling my anxieties. No matter how much I tried to convince myself I hated him, or how much his relentless pursuit annoyed me, at that particular moment, he was the sweetest guy on the planet.
I pushed myself to think about Tristan, forcefully reminding myself why I liked him, but my heart was trying to push him away. My heart wanted Levi. My head was always stronger than my heart, but he’d found a way to make inroads nonetheless.
When we arrived back at the apartment, Levi opened my door and as soon as my feet touched the ground, he took my hand in his again. I tried to hold back a smile, but I couldn't. My heart was starting to take control over my head, but I didn't know how much longer it would last. For the moment, I would enjoy Levi’s attention, but I knew it couldn’t possibly develop into a relationship. He wasn’t the right guy for me.
We walked into the apartment and discovered Bekka and Tyler stretched out on the couch. We’d obviously interrupted them, as Bekka’s face was flushed and Tyler was clearly embarrassed as he re-buttoned his pants.
I tried to carefully avoid looking at them, but Levi wasn't so subtle. He burst out in laughter, pulling me closer to him so my breast brushed against the side of his arm. I couldn't help myself, his laughter was contagious and I giggled too. It felt good to share something together, even if our new-found feelings for one another made me anxious. Bekka’s eyes focused on our joined hands, and I knew I would have to explain later. There was no way she would let it go, so I mentally prepared myself for a grilling.
I tugged on my hand, trying to get Levi to release me without hurting his feelings by being abrupt and pulling away from him. He released my hand without a word, but I could see the questions lining up in his eyes. I acted like I’d needed both my hands to take off my shoes, but given they didn’t have any laces, it was a lame thing to do. We’d shared a moment together, the emotions I had regarding him, and the feelings he most likely felt were strong and real. Levi knew I had feelings for Tristan and it hadn’t stopped him, but I didn't stop him from acting either. I wanted it and liked it. I was so confused – how could I react to Levi if I wanted Tristan?
I went into the kitchen to make coffee and not five seconds later, Bekka was standing behind me with both hands on her hips. The question she wanted answered was written all over her face. She looked happy, but completely confused by my actions. Of course she’d be happy – she thought Levi was the better choice and didn’t like Tristan. ''There’s nothing to it. Stop looking at me like that. It's nothing,'' I muttered.
''No fucking way,'' she said, her tone firm. ''I saw the look on his face and how you were holding his hand. It's not nothin
g. You’re full of...''
''Stop, okay?” I interrupted before she could go any further. “He was just being nice to me, very nice I admit, but he knows, just like you know, that I'm interested in Tristan.''
''Yeah, keep that game up if you want. I don't believe you.'' She rolled her eyes. ''You’re going to get caught up in your own game.''
She stomped out of the kitchen, leaving me alone. I remained standing in front of the coffee machine, with my mind running a hundred miles an hour. Between Tristan’s hot kisses and Levi’s gentle safety, I was completely confused. What did I really want? I got the coffee ready and carried four cups into the living room. I sat on the couch and Levi settled beside me and wrapped his arm around my back. His hand settled on my hip, one of his fingers slipping under my shirt. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the gentle touch. He was testing my limits wanting to know how far he could go before I would protest. I loved his touch, I really craved it, but Tristan was always in my thoughts.
Levi and Tyler spent the afternoon at the apartment. I was drained; crying is exhausting and I fell asleep in Levi’s arms. His fingers in my hair, the warmth of his chest against my cheek, all of these things made me comfortable and sleepy. His bad boy image scared me, but every time I was with him, things felt great and so natural. Despite my doubts, and my Mom’s warning voice in my head, I was starting to believe he really was a nice guy.
I woke up when he carried me to my bedroom. He kissed my forehead as he carefully laid me on the comforter.
I’ve got to be at the shop in twenty minutes. I’ll see you later,'' he whispered. He smiled and turned around, reaching for the doorknob. I saw him take one last look at me before my eyelids fluttered shut.
Was I dreaming? I felt the heat of his kiss on my skin and my heart screamed for one more. Just one more little kiss. What harm could it do?
''Levi?'' I called his name, barely audible. ''Just one more,'' I whispered pulling at the comforter as he stepped into the room.
I heard him chuckle under his breath. ''I’ll give you one more, just this once though.'' His lips met with the corner of mine, and my eyes flew open immediately. It wasn’t on the lips, but again, he was testing my limits. I smiled for him. My eyes closed again, too tired to stay open. ''You’re beautiful, Nix. I had a nice day with you.'' He tucked my hair behind my ear and left.
CHAPTER SIX
I could smell the scent of his cologne, his hands on my hips, as we danced at the club. Every move he made against me made me feel even sexier. His body was getting closer, I could almost feel his heartbeat against my chest. His grip was strong and possessive, he wanted me, of that I had no doubt. The look in his baby blue eyes was everything my body was screaming for. I wanted him and needed him closer still. ''Tristan,'' I whispered against the soft skin of his neck. His hands wandered all over my body as I rubbed against him.
His lips caressed the tender skin of my neck, nibbling with soft bites. Both of his hands were holding mine, our fingers intertwined. We no longer danced, just stood there in the middle of the dance floor, touching and breathing rapidly. The tension between us was building, I looked up into his eyes and saw that he wanted it as much as I did. As I watched him, green eyes replaced blue and Tristan’s blond hair was replaced by messy brown. Levi.
''Fuck!'' I woke up with a yell. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and buried my face in my hands. ''Seriously, Nix!'' I berated myself. I was losing it. This was not right. This was messed up and I couldn’t do this.
I needed a cold shower. I was so confused by my feelings for Tristan and Levi. I knew I wanted Tristan, he was gorgeous, kind and a gentleman. Levi, he was nothing more than a distraction. There were no real feelings there, I was almost sure. My emotions were all over the place regarding the two men, I couldn’t seem to make sense of how I felt anymore.
With a glance at the clock, I confirmed it was time to get ready for work. I started with a cold shower, I needed to clear my head. I wasn't going to see Tristan tonight and Levi was working. It was going to be a good night and I felt a lot better, knowing I wouldn't have to deal with either of them.
I dressed in low-cut dark blue jeans, and a black tank top. I didn't put much effort into dressing up and I was fine with it. I was tired and sad; Val was gone and I knew tonight would be strange. Bekka and I would be like a puzzle which was missing a piece, that’s how I thought about it. I put on a little mascara and lip gloss and decided I was done.
Bekka was watching TV and eating mac and cheese when I finally stumbled out of the bedroom. ''I might have found a roommate. Someone called while you were in bed. We’ll get an answer soon,'' she announced.
''Okay, fine.'' I felt it was too soon. I knew Val wasn't going to return, but the room still felt like it was hers. It didn’t feel right to already be considering someone new.
I tried not to care, tried not to let it affect my mood. Someone new would enter our apartment and I just had to get used to it, otherwise I would have to go back to my parents’ house, and that wasn't happening. I had changed since I’d left, I was slowly becoming a different person. I had new habits, new hobbies and I was starting to realize how protected I’d been by my mother.
I grabbed my purse from the small table by the door. Bekka turned off the TV and we headed to work. In the car, I was silent and Bekka respected my need for quiet. The music was turned down, I could hardly tell which song was playing. I appreciated her efforts, but she must have felt the same way as I did.
''We’ll be fine, Nix, don't worry, we just need a little time to adjust. It's the two of us for now, but we’ll get the new roommate moved in and settle back to our day-to-day life.'' She looked at me while we waited at a red light. ''I know it's hard. I’m sad too, but there’s nothing we can do. Let’s just try and be happy, okay?''
''Yeah... I guess I can try.'' She was right. I had to make an effort to be happy. Val was still alive, I would see her again.
I put a smile on my face and forcibly changed my mood from sad to almost happy.
When we walked into the club, Tyler was standing behind the bar with a big bright smile. He was obviously more than happy to see his beloved. She blew him a kiss and he motioned to catch it and pressed his hand against his heart. It was so romantic.
A new member of the bar staff was standing next to him. She had long ebony hair and darkly tanned skin. Tyler returned to explaining to her where she could find everything she might need later on.
We placed our handbags in the safe behind the bar and walked toward the new girl and Tyler.
''Hey!'' We both said in unison, and giggled at one another.
''Girls, this is...''
She cut him off. ''I’m Tiff, short for Tiffany,'' she said with a British accent. I couldn’t tell why, but I liked her already. She seemed fearless and full of confidence.
''I'm Nix, and this is Bekka.''
''Yeah, Tyler told me already. Nice meeting you, girls.''
''Tiff and I used to work together years ago, when we were both fresh out of high school,'' Tyler explained happily.
Bekka’s eyes went to Tyler’s immediately. Tiff was a beautiful girl, her eyes were light brown with a little hint on green and she was very attractive. I could see why Bekka might be concerned about Tyler and Tiff’s ‘friendship’.
''Hope there aren't too many creeps in here, I can't stand ‘em.''
Her accent was music to my ears. ''If by creeps you mean assholes, you should be fine here. There aren't many of them.''
''All right.''
We talked with her a little more while we prepared for opening. Her accent was amazing and sometimes, I just couldn't stop myself from laughing when she said ‘bloody’ or any other British expression I recognized. I wasn't even sure what she meant, but her slang was obviously straight out of London.
Apparently, I was already her ‘mate’ and that was ‘bloody’ amazing. We laughed and shared a few shooters. As Tyler had said, Tiff explained they had worked together when she was an ex
change student. They’d kept in touch throughout the years and recently she’d decided to come back to the U.S. for a while.
The night flew by, and at closing time, Bekka and Tyler headed straight home, but Tiff and I decided to grab something to eat before we called it a night. She had an apartment nearby, only four blocks away from ours. We ate a couple of burgers and shared our french fries with a ton of ketchup. I was very full and extremely tired by the time we were done. When I got home, the sun was starting to rise and I flopped onto the bed. There was a note on the pillow.
New roommate has moved in. B. xxx
Whatever. I didn't care anymore. I fell asleep with a smile. I was going to enjoy this new friendship with the craziest girl I'd ever met. She was loud, beautiful and fearless. She brought the extra spice I needed in my life.
The last thoughts I had before I fell asleep were of Val and how I truly was happy for her. My day had been an emotional roller coaster, but it ended on a high note. Maybe I should have been nervous about meeting the new roommate, but I honestly didn’t care who it might be. I would give the person a chance to settle into the apartment and maybe we could become friends.
Eggs, bacon, French toast or pancakes? I wasn’t certain what the aroma was, but it smelled damned good. I heard the sounds of the pan being placed on the stove, plates settling on the counter and cabinet doors opening and closing. Maybe the new roommate was cooking? Or it might be Bekka? I crossed off that idea immediately, Bekka wasn’t the type who ate breakfast.
I walked out of the bedroom, ready to spy on the new roommate. I had morning hair and looked like a tired mess, but I was too curious to wait. I tiptoed towards the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt which was way too big with only my underwear underneath. I probably looked like hell, but I figured the new roommate better get used to it. Besides, I was only going to spy for a couple of seconds before jumping in the shower.
