DISCRETION SERIES - Stand Alone
- BOOK #5
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" I only trust you, Tesoro.. " He muttered once again, not budging when I tried to pull my arm, and I bit my lip.
" But we just met.. " I whispered, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
" Now...
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Levi's POV
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Laying on the couch, I stared up into the dark ceiling as I listened to the snow still falling outside. It had to be at least 2 in the morning, but I couldn't sleep. Not when the woman of my dreams was only one door away. But I had to be patient.. move on her terms.. allow her control of the situation so I could keep mine..
Two years.. I couldn't have stayed away for longer. It would've been impossible, but I had to. I had to stay away so she could be free, I had to stay away to learn how to control my anger and impulses, and I had to stay away so I could deal with my father.. He was the major source of my frustration, so I had to find time and head space to deal with him. Being preoccupied with mi Tesoro could not only put her in danger, but it would cause me to fail.. I couldn't let that happen.
Hearing the sound of purring, I felt the cat jump up onto my chest happily. He had been more clingy than I was previously used to, but a small part of me missed him. He began affectionately clawing slightly at my chest, and I simply laid there as I attempted to fall asleep. However, the sound of a small sneeze emerging from the bedroom caused my eyes to fly open.
Only then did I notice the heat of the complex had gone out, and the space heaters in the living room and in Teegan's bedroom were on overdrive. I wasn't that cold, but mi Tesoro got cold quickly. Her small little hands and feet like icicles when it was cold, and she used to press them against me for a bit of warmth in the past.
Hearing another sneeze, I stood with the cat on my shoulder before going into the kitchen. I boiled a bit of water for a few minutes before making her some chamomile tea with honey. Putting it in one of her little mugs, I walked over to her bedroom and listened to my poor baby sneeze again. The door was slightly ajar, so I knocked a bit and caught a glimpse of her shivering in her bed, the space heater trying its best to work.
