“I’m sorry,” Presley utters, sounding sad.
“Don’t be,” I say as I park. “Nothing to be sorry for and it’s what you want, right?”
“Yeah,” she lies.
We’re idle for another second before she unbuckles her seatbelt. I watch as Presley leans across the console, nervous eyes searching until they flutter to a close as she kisses me. This could possibly be the last kiss I’ll ever get from Presley, and it’s going to be a good one. At first, her nerves get to her, but when I flick my tongue across her lips, the apprehension disappears. Her fingers clasp behind my neck and dig into my skin. I take her lower lip between my teeth with a graze at first, but then bite and pull.
She moans and her nails cut a little harder. My hands, dying to touch her, reach over to grab her hips. Knowing her weight and the amount of space I have, I pick her up and over the middle to sit in my lap effortlessly. I manage to unlock our lips and nibble my way down her jaw and to her shoulder. Her warm fingers leave my neck, and my stomach clenches when I feel her touch running up my chest from underneath my shirt.
“Levi,” she breathes with a bite on her shoulder. I find and claim her lips, devouring them.
It all stops when there’s a rapid knocking on my window and Presley screams at the sight of her brother standing on the other side.
“Shit!” she mutters under her breath.
He couldn’t have had better timing
, the ass. Presley opens the door and before her feet even hit the ground, Trevor is yelling at her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’ve been trying to call you for hours. I’ve been sitting over here, worried to death something happened to you, because no one knew where you were and you’re withhim?”
“Hey, calm down,” I tell him, standing beside a worried Presley.
Quickly, he rears his arm back and punches me in the nose. “I told you to leave her alone!”
“Trevor! Seriously?” Presley says angrily back at him. I put my hand up to my nose, and it’s bleeding. “Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah. It’s no big deal.”
Presley turns to her brother and lets him have it. “Are you out of your mind? My phone died and it’s not like I was out with a gang member or anything.”
“I told you, Pres. I told you how he is and I’ve been telling you for years. I can’t believe you.” Trevor shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
“It’s not really her fault,” I try, tasting the blood that’s falling into my mouth. I wipe away some with the back of my hand.
“Don’t you say a word to me, Carr,” he spits.
“Trevor, calm down. You’re being ridiculous,” Presley tries again.
“You were the one that was about to let that piece of shit,” he jabs a finger at me, “fuck you in a car!”
“You have got to be kidding me! You should know me better than that.”
“How long?” Trevor asks.
“What?”
“How long have you been seeing him?”
“It - It’s only the second time we’ve gone out.” Presley falters for half a second before finding her anger. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Trevor. Levi is a decent guy and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen anybody, you know that. But you know what? I wasn’t going to see him anymore.” She takes a step closer and shoves him. “Because of you!” Without a pause, she turns, takes my hand, and says, “C’mon, Levi. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
“It’s no big deal, Presley. I’ve got some napkins in the car-”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snaps, dragging me towards the building, up the stairs and into her apartment with Trevor on our heels. Presley fumbles with the lock, but gets it. She pulls me into her bedroom, slamming the door in Trevor’s face. She walks us across the room, into her bathroom, and pushes me to sit after she closes the lid on the toilet.
I don’t say anything as she opens a cabinet to get a rag. She wets it and squeezes the excess water out. Gently, she wipes around my nose.
“I don’t think it’s broken or anything,” she says quietly.