I look up at the sound of a pissed off Presley. “Hey, Smarty.” I smile, which pisses her off more.
“Don’t you smile now. What happened to the annoyed with everyone, including me, Levi that hung up on me and then turned off his phone?” Presley pokes my chest when she comes to a stop in front of me. “I was just going to let it go because I figured you were just in a mood, but then I got pissed.” I take her wrists while she rants, and pull her into my lap, so she straddles me. “Yeah, sometimes, you probably need some time to yourself, but that is no reason for you to hang up on me, talk to me like that, or turn off your phone!” I try not to, but I can’t help but smirk at how worked up she is. “Don’t smirk at me, Levi! If you want to be alone, that’s fine, but don’t you dare hang up on me.”
I nod at her and shift in my seat slightly. Her eyes widen for a moment, but then she squares her shoulders. “You are not getting turned on right now! I’m still pissed at you. I didn’t do anything to you and I didn’t deserve to be treated like that. And why are you smiling?” She finally takes a breather, and I realize that she actually wants me to answer.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.” Smarty groans and rolls her eyes. “Are you done?” She nods. “I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night. My classes threw even more work on me. I’ve been thinking about my mom all day. Then that shit at the gym and I just needed a little break. You called right when I was trying to begin to relax. I’m sorry for snapping at you and hanging up on you. All better?”
“What happened at the gym? Trev just said he thought he made you mad.”
I sigh and rest my forehead against hers. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just got in a good mood, Smarty.”
“Okay. I probably shouldn’t have come looking for you if you were in a bad mood and wanted to be by yourself, but I was so mad that you would hang up on me.”
“Well, next time, I’ll tell you and then you won’t have to come after me like a crazy woman.”
Her lips form that tiny pout. “I am not crazy.”
“Just then, you were. Just a little bit,” I chuckle, running my hands up her back and into her hair.
Presley rolls her eyes. “Are you coming over tonight?”
“I don’t know. I’ve got a paper to write and-”
“Write it at my place. It’s quiet over there and you’ll be able to concentrate better,” she tries.
I raise an eyebro
w at her. “You aren’t going to tease me, are you?”
“What? No. I have work to do too, you know.”
“Okay. You grab some food and I’ll meet you there after I run by my place.”
~
How am I supposed to write a paper like this? Presley’s wearing shorts and a tank top, sitting at the table with her knees brought up against her chest. She’s focused on her paper by the downcast of her eyes, but she’s humming a little. She’ll type a couple sentences on her loud keyboard, pull her hands on top of her kneecaps, read over it while tapping her fingers against her knee, and then resume typing.
Her hair is up in a high ponytail, which is showcasing that lovely neck and those shoulders. We’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes, and I’ve written all of three sentences.
“Smarty.” Presley glances up from her laptop. “You’re not supposed to tease me.”
“I’m not doing anything,” she says, bringing her eyebrows together.
“Neither am I. I can’t focus.”
“Well, get your head together, Levi. Surely if you can focus in a hockey game, you can focus enough to write a paper.”
I bite back my response and ignore Presley completely so I can get this done. I don’t know how I do it, but eventually I finish my paper. Smarty is done as well, so I stand and close both of our laptops. I take her hand and lead her to bed because it’s late, and I’m tired.
While we’re brushing our teeth, I say around my toothbrush, “What do you think about threesomes?”
Presley nearly chokes on the toothpaste and quickly spits. “What in the hell are you suggesting, Levi?”
I spit and rinse before answering her. “Calm down, Smarty. I just realized I didn’t know your thoughts on it.”
“How do you happen to realize something like that?” She’s completely skeptical as she finishes up and goes into the bedroom, crawling into bed.
“I saw Sunny today at the gym,” I start, climbing in beside her. “Long story short, she suggested that either I ask your approval to sleep with her or that we have a threesome because apparently, you’re not the only one who thinks I’m a God.”