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Levi pulled me onto the long, curved sectional couch by his side, nearly tucked under his arm. He sipped his beer, vaguely watching the end of the game with his dad while his mom flung a barrage of questions at me that I answered politely.
The ostentatious rockstar keeping his skull paint and gothic show attire on made him stand out. Somehow both amusing and intimidating.
Despite being a rockstar of international renown, Levi Stark had such a normal family. Part of me envied that, but a louder voice in my head sang with joy. The Starks made me feel welcome and included into their family within moments of meeting me.
I didn’t know how much of that was because of my former fame, Levi’s younger infatuation, or if that was just the type of people they were. Though I leaned toward the latter because Levi’s family seemed as kind and as genuine as he was.
If my dad hadn’t been as amazing of a father as he was, I couldn’t imagine how I might’ve turned out. My years as a popstar, and all that fame, could have ruined me without Dad’s guidance. Growing up on a tour bus with a mostly absent mother left me dreaming of families like this one.
Christi noticed my attempt to stifle a yawn behind my hand. She unfurled her legs from the couch, leaning toward me. “Are you tired, dear? It’s so late. Why don’t I set up the guest bed for you?”
Levi’s arm tightened around my waist. He raised a brow at his mother. “We’re both twenty-eight. Diana can just sleep in my old room with me.”
Christi side-eyed her husband, almost silently asking for his help at her son’s scandalous suggestion. John willfully ignored her, taking the last swig of his beer.
I bit my lip, silencing a giggle.
Levi lurched off the couch, yanking me with him. He nodded to his parents. “Don’t worry, we won’t be too loud.”
“Levi!” I scolded, smacking a hand on his chest. Then I addressed his mother. “I’ll keep him on his best behavior, I promise.”
“I bet you will,” she laughed. Content with my reply, his mother settled back into the couch with John, although I felt her eyes following us around the corner to the stairs.
At his utterly ordinary bedroom door, Levi halted with his fingers on the handle. “Don’t judge me for my room, okay? I moved out and began singing right out of high school.”
He twisted the doorknob, but I braced my palm on the wood and pushed past him. “As long as the bed is big enough for two, I don’t care.”
Levi followed me into the darkness, and his deep laugh made my hair stand on end as if I walked through an electric field. He flipped on a light switch near the door, revealing the room’s interior.
“This is about what I imagined, actually.” Dark green walls covered in overlapping band posters, a writing desk in the corner, and a bed settled between two windows with black curtains.
“Oh, really?” he mused while shutting and locking the door behind his back.
I nodded enthusiastically and twirled in the center of the room. I dropped onto the edge of the bed, glancing over the room again. “Yeah, I’m just wondering where this famous poster of me is.”
I found it.
A blown-up poster of me at eighteen, taken from one of my concerts, pinned to the wall directly across from Levi’s bed and hanging over an empty TV stand.
“Ah.” I leaned back and crossed my legs. “So, this is where teenage Levi Stark jerked off?”
“Maybe.” Levi approached the closet door but smirked over his shoulder at me. “We left our bags at the hotel. We’ll have to get them in the morning. Do you want to borrow a t-shirt?”
The thought of wearing one of Levi’s old shirts perked me up. I shot off the bed and snatched the offered black tee from his outstretched hands in a blink. “Yes, please.”
I peeled off my dress and bra to pull on the oversized shirt. The lightly worn band t-shirt draped past my hips. His rich brown eyes never wavered as I removed my tights and panties, abandoning them on the floor.
Levi touched his chin, drawing my attention to his gaping mouth. “Uh, let me go wash my face and we can get in bed.”
I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from his face. My voice lowered into something sultry. “No, leave it.”
His brows shot into his hairline, and his throat bobbed when he swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”
Levi stood stock still. The tightly wound muscles of his frame trembled under my roaming fingers. I slipped my hands under his coat, smoothed them over his shoulders, and pushed the leather jacket onto the floor.
“Get on the bed,” I requested.
The rockstar nearly bowled over me in his rush to obey. Even when he flattened himself on the bed, gazing eagerly up at me, he appeared dark and alluring.
