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A flood of liquid gushed around his cock as an orgasm seized me. I bit my tongue, controlling my volume to avoid alerting his family to our tryst.
Levi clenched his jaw so hard I thought he’d crack his teeth. His fingers dug into my hip bones, holding me in place as he spasmed with his release. The warmth of his cum spraying my walls elicited a shudder down my spine.
My legs were utterly jelly afterward. Getting cleaned up for bed was a chore. Luckily, Levi helped me sneak into the bathroom and back.
We giggled like teenagers the entire time.
I fell asleep in his arms, legs entangled under the blankets, glowing with satisfaction. As I dreamt of Levi and warmth, that newly bloomed flower in my heart sprouted vines that reached over the broken pieces of my heart and bound them back together.
Twenty-Eight
Two more weeks together in the studio passed in a wonderful blur. Each day with Levi was a memory I’d hold dearly. And each night together gave me enough inspiration for more songs than I’d ever have the time to write.
The first time we’d met, I thought Levi was certifiably insane. I’d projected negative thoughts towards him to protect myself from the past. Despite that, each time I’d lashed out, he took it in stride before knocking out pieces of the wall I’d built up around myself.
He’d held my heart in the palms of his hands, caressing and stroking it back to life until each beat echoed his name.
My bones vibrated, and my blood hummed for each blissful touch of those masterful hands. His fingers on my skin, his lips sealed to mine—he made me want to sing.
Sitting on the couch in his studio, I glanced up from the sheet music in my lap. Levi sat on the other end, plucking random notes on his guitar in search of his tune. The neon lights reflected in his raven’s feather hair looked like a dark halo on a fallen angel.
He was so beautiful.
“Hey, Levi.” I dropped the paper onto the stone center table.
His head snapped up from his instrument, and a heart-stopping smile split his lips. “Yeah, songbird, what’s up?”
I fiddled with my thumbs in my lap, turning over the thoughts I’d been having for the past couple of weeks. I’d spent hours wrestling with my mind, agonized over those new ideas.
But they thrilled me and gave me hope for a new life, too. The hope of getting back a spark I thought I’d lost forever.
“All your band members wear masks when they perform, right? Do you plan on doing that long term?” I asked.
Levi’s brow arched, and he slung an arm over the back of the couch. “Yeah, they all wear them. They can choose whether they go public about who’s underneath. I imagine we’ll keep up with this shtick. It’s part of our image now.”
“And if Scarlett sings with you, would she wear one?” I breached the topic neither of us had spoken on since Raymond called.
Levi visibly cringed back. He swiped a hand over the back of his neck and sucked a breath between his teeth. “Not likely. She’s too vain for that. Last time we worked together it was me singing parts in her songs, so it never came up. Plus, Raymond would want her face visible for brand recognition during the shows.”
My teeth trapped my tongue in my mouth as two sides battled for control within me. One part wanted to speak up, and the other dragged me down into silence.
“Why do you bring it up, Dee?” Levi probed gently, reading the tension in my body.
“And if someone not as well-known wanted to sing the parts? Could they wear a mask?” As the question passed my lips, a weight rolled off my chest. I picked my head up, meeting Levi’s astonished open-mouthed stare.
A bright glimmer of hope twinkled in his eyes as he set his guitar down. He leaned closer, tentatively placing a hand on my thigh. “If it was someone who I wanted to sing with me more than I wanted air to breathe, then I’d let them wear whatever made them feel comfortable onstage.”
“I’ve been in the dark for so long, and now I—” The front door to the studio banging open interrupted.
Levi’s head whipped around to the door of the control room, every muscle in his body tensing at the startling intrusion. His fingers on my thigh tightened for a second before the door cracked open.
Raymond scurried through the door, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me next to Levi. “Apologies, I didn’t think you’d be here on a Saturday, Diana.”
Levi shot up from the couch. “What’s this about, Raymond? You can’t show up at my studio unannounced.”
Raymond’s thin brows shot up over the rim of his glasses. “Unannounced? Didn’t you get my email?”
“I don’t check emails on the weekend, man. You know that,” Levi groaned at his manager.
