coriganwells
An explosion sounded from the gymnasium doors, and in walked Elle Maddux adorned with eyes to kill. She looked around the room in a fevered state, no doubt seeking Levi, who was none the wiser to her presence. He remained laying on the bench, pushing up and pulling back down again, the bar of weights that were occupying nearly all of his attention. Elle found her target there and proceeded to march her steps in his direction, and when she finally reached him she, very loudly, cleared her throat. Levi looked over and saw her then, lips pressed in a thin line and arms crossed over her bosom. He smirked and allowed the bar to once again rest within the arms of his bench and sat up, sweat shining up his muscles. With his red face, disheveled hair, and glistening forearms and chest, Elle found herself shuddering -- but, difficult as it was, she managed to retain her composure, even as he then stood and flexed his arms.
"I assume you're not here on a social visit, then?" he asked, one thick eyebrow raised, his expression remaining playful and not a bit serious in the slightest. This only managed to annoy Elle more, successfully bringing out of her temporarily dazed state.
She cleared her throat. "Not quite."
Caroline had him foaming at the mouth.
Levi sat at the table, hands so tight that you could see the whites of his knuckles. His back was rigid against the chair. The wetness of his mouth began to seep through his lips. He licked them and swallowed hard as she stood in front of him.
"Happy birthday, Levi!"
She placed the plate in front of him, and the smell of it wrapped its way all around him, filling him with lustful feelings in the pit of his stomach.
God, he loved a good steak.