“You just gave me a whole speech about what you want.”
“Spontaneity.”
“Mhm.”
“Something different.”
“Mhm.”
“Just not fucking missionary every time.”
He chuckled.
Then leaned closer to my ear.
“Go in the bathroom and take your panties off.”
I pulled back.
“What?”
Levin took a sip of his drink.
Like this nigga had not just said that shit to me.
“You heard me.”
“Levin—”
He wasn’t even looking at me anymore.
Wasn’t touching me either.
“Go ahead.”
My stomach flipped.
“Go.”
I stood up.
What the fuck?
I walked toward the bathroom.
Halfway there, I almost turned around.
Then I got inside, closed myself into one of the stalls and stared at the door.
“What the fuck am I doing?”
This was Xay’s brother.
My husband’s fucking brother.
I knew better.
I absolutely knew better.