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but when we finally pull apart, my lips are swollen, and I’m not cold anymore. I notice that Levi is breathing as heavy as I am.
    “Was that in your plan tonight?” I grin at him breaking the silence.
    “It was tentatively part of my plan.” We both laugh. “Come on.” We head out of the rink. Levi locks up, and we go back to his SUV. He is holding my hand the whole time, and it feels like my hand is meant to be there. We don’t really say anything as he drives back to my car.
    “The date’s over?” I’m trying not to sound sad when I realize we are at my car, but I am.
    “Not over, just to be continued.” He walks me over to my car and gives me a sweet kiss. It still makes my knees weak, but it’s shorter than our last kiss.
    “You need to give me your cell number so we can start sexting each other.” He gives me one of his crooked grins.
    “Oh. Eem. Gee.” I roll my eyes, because the cocky Levi is making his appearance again.
    “Yes, I can make you say that too.” I glare at him. I know that I should just give it to him, and I do. My phone beeps and I look down at the display to see a text message from Levi that says : Nice As s .
    “What just happened to sweet Levi that I met tonight?”
    “He’s still there, but I need to give you something to think about tonight.” He gives me one more kiss. “Text me when you get home.”
    I nod and get into my car. On my drive home, I’m thinking about Levi’s lips and everything he told me. He is nothing like my brother described. Maybe I’ve been wrong all along.
    When I get to my apartment, I text Levi. His reply is to keep Wednesday night open for the continuation of our date, and I can’t wait.

Chapter Five
    Levi
     
    Tonight definitely didn’t turn out at all like I thought it would. It wasn’t but a few hours ago that my plans were to take Sunny out and then sleep with her afterwards. The Sunny Plan was shot all to hell when Presley ran out of the theater. Sunny was so pissed too. It doesn’t matter though. She will get over it. Presley wasn’t exactly subtle about it so it was hard to miss her quick exit. And then she actually showed up at the diner with those killer boots and an outfit that hugged her in all the right places. Things went down even weirder after that.
    I didn’t plan to tell her anything about my mom, but she brought it up after I asked about her parents. I guess I should have thought that one through. Let’s not forget that I was actually honest with her and part of me felt like an idiot for it, but a larger, happier part of me was glad I did. I earned myself one hell of a kiss.
    The guys are already in their rooms when I walk into our apartment. It’s late, but I’m not tired at all. My mind is already in overdrive for tomorrow when my date with Presley will resume. A date. I’m tempted to laugh at the absurdity of it. Who knew that McCarthy would ever have a sister, much less a sister like Presley? I haven’t exactly given up on my original plan, but that’s not my main focus anymore. I want to find out what makes Smarty tick, what drives her insane, and what’s underneath that feisty exterior she shows everyone.
    It’s not that I’m dying to find out. Well, not really. I’m curious, though and curiosity drives me to do crazy things sometimes. Like tackle the girl that is Presley McCarthy.
    It’s in the morning that I realize my mistake. We’ve got a game tonight, and it’s an hour away. I have two options. Text her and move it to another night or tell her that it’ll be late again. I decide that I’ll let her choose and quickly send a message about the dilemma. It’s not until after my second class, which ends at noon, that she replies. Looks like it’ll be another late night for me, and now I’m wondering where we’ll go, and I replay last night’s conversations for any clues.
    She didn’t give much away about her interests so maybe I’ll pick something from mine and show her. Hockey takes up a lot