Cuffed By Love
I called and text Levi, but his phone is out of service.
Where the fuck are they? They’re obviously together. Shacked up someplace humping like two wild bunnies. I look over at Megan, asleep beside me. I push the covers off and get out of bed quietly to not wake her. I grab my phone and walk out of the bedroom. I fire up I*******m, and the first thing that pops up is a post by Levi. It’s a selfie of him on his Ducati with Mira sitting behind him, smiling toothily, her hands holding his shoulders. I read the caption, and my heart sinks, ‘The sun rises better with you’.