Levi Cup Hold Novels & Stories

What could Levi have in his truck? I look at Sky to see if she looks worried. It better not be his first BB-gun. I’m not ready to introduce him to weapons and gun safety yet. Levi strolls into our kitchen, an animal tucked under his bulky arm. He moves it in front of his chest, using both hands. It quivers nervously. I think it’s a dog, but it’s hard to tell as they shaved it down to its pale pink skin. “Can we keep him?” Tyler begs with folded hands. He juts out his lower lip, attempting to flutter his eyes.

With a lowered head, I stepped inside the Vine's cottage only to see Levi standing in the living room. He wore nothing on top and only a towel covered his lower body. Levi was drying his hair with a spare towel. He glanced at me and our eyes met. I saw the strange color of his eyes again and I knew he didn't wear his lens. I was surprised when he reached for the paper bag on the small center table and handed it to me. "Wear this. It's the same design with the one you wore yesterday," he said. I looked down at the paper bag. "Thank you," I whispered.

On a side table, a bottle of amber liquid and two crystal glasses glittered under the low lights. Levi walked behind his desk but didn't sit down. He leaned his hands on the dark wood, looking at her. "You look like a drowned rat, Lily." The bluntness of his words stung, but she couldn't deny it. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, feeling utterly exposed. "If you brought me up here just to insult me, I'll leave." "With fifty dollars in your pocket and no shoes?" Levi asked, a faint, mocking edge to his voice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek black device. He tapped the screen, and a holographic display projected a crystal-clear image into the air between the

Only Levi had a slightly relieved expression on his face. This damned girl at his house has been stubborn since childhood, but she is not virtuous, how can she do things to serve the world! However. Levi's words just fell. Lisa turned around and grabbed the bowl of soup on the nightstand, then picked up a spoon, brought it to her lips, blew, then gently passed it to his lips. “Slightly hot, drink slowly.” She looked at him with concern, her voice soft. That expression was clearly written with willingness, and without any hint of unwillingness.

“Have you calmed down now?” Levian asked softly as he handed Sherry a steaming cup of green tea. Sherry gave a gentle nod in response as she took the cup. “Thank you,” she whispered under her breath. Turning her head, she looked outside the window that was wet as the raindrops continuously hit it, before rolling down and falling on the ground.

Or was this just how he was acting to get my attention? "Is there a bowl?" He asked, looking into my eyes and raising his eyebrows. I failed to respond. The pools of blue in his eyes mesmerized me. Levi nodded, moved around us, took a bowl off the shelf, and gave it to Nic. "Thanks," he said, taking the bowl and pouring the contents of the packet into it. "Does anyone want a chip? I had my mouth open, staring at him. He was behaving very amiably, as though we had been friends for a long time.

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.

"I'll drink, then." Levi tries to relax, his eyes not leaving the figure now focused on the sheets in front of him. His glossy black hair is tied high, perhaps to not obstruct his view. His gaze is sharp and confident. His slightly slim cheeks are rosy, which perfectly complements his fair skin. A mature woman's figure that makes Levi's heart skip a beat.

On the nightstand, two empty bottles stood like silent witnesses. I stepped inside and shut the door. “Levi…” I called out as I crossed the room and plucked the glass from his hand. “If I am right, you haven’t eaten anything, and now you are drinking on an empty stomach… Then again three bottles? Really?” He looked up at me with a crooked smile that hurt more than anger. “Yay,” he squealed, spreading his arms like a child. “She is back.” He pulled me into an embrace before I could resist, holding me so tightly it felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

Levi reappears, a red plastic cup in each hand. “Ladies,” he drawls, holding the drinks out toward Nessa and me. I take it from him, staring down into the cup dubiously at the red liquid inside. “It’s jungle juice,” he provides before I can ask. “Tastes like kool-aid, but watch out, that shit is potent.” Nessa takes a sip, swallowing it down and licking her lips. “Ooh, this is yummy.” She turns to me, tapping her cup to mine. “Try it, Vee!”