Page 100 of Wicked Dares
But what happens now?
A dull ache blooms in my chest at the thought. I got to spend the whole day with him, and he’ll be leaving on his business trip tomorrow.
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
Levi secures the boat while I stand there pretending not to overthink the strange tightness in my chest.
I don’t think I can go backward after today.
It’s strange. I can’t go back because I don’t want to.
So, the only place left to move is forward.
I’m just out of practice in moving that way. The biggest step I’ve made is the move to New York. But that’s different. That’s about another part of my life.
This part is about my heart. And I feel like I just got pulled into another seize-the-moment kind of moment, but I’m struggling to think of the what-to-do-next part.
The second we step off the yacht, a cool drop of water lands on my shoulder.
Rain.
I glance upward to the sky and take in the angry clouds that have gathered to welcome us. “Oh no.”
“Damn it.” Levi looks up, too. “We’re gonna get soaked.”
“But it’s barely rain?—"
Suddenly, the rain pours from the sky, making me eat the rest of my words.
The only warning we got was that one droplet before sheets of rain tumbled down on us.
“Oh my God!” I shriek, trying pointlessly to cover my head.
“Come on.” Levi grabs my hand, and we both start running down the boardwalk.
Within seconds, we’re drenched.
I’m still wearing the bikini, but the wetness of it clings to my skin in an uncomfortable way, and my hair… I’m pretty sure it’s in drowned-rat mode.
Levi is faster than me, has much longer legs, and I’m exhausted.
When I stumble, he stops, too.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I joke, channeling Bubba fromForrest Gump.
Instantly, the two of us break into laughter.
“Then I’ll carry you, soldier.”
I gasp as he scoops me up, but we both continue laughing as thunder rumbles through the skies.
Levi runs with me through the downpour. We make it inside just as another crack of thunder rolls overhead and lightning flashes through the windows, illuminating the hallway.
He sets me down, and I slump against the wall giggling. I don’t even know what’s funny anymore.
“What a day,” I muse, wiping the slick strands of my hair from my eyes.
“I know.”
