Chapter 402. Protective Guard Act

Mera Righly

My mind solely focuses on his lips. Oh! And his tongue in my mouth. The bourbon on his lips is a familiar and welcome taste. His hands move toward my ass, and he smiles when he feels me breathe in sharply.

It's not because I'm that affected by him; it's because I'm sadly imagining someone else. And that someone else turns me on by just saying my name.

Seriously. It's an issue.

"Meraki..." I murmur.

Zave's lips trail towards my neck, and I tilt my head to the side, giving him more space. I don't know how we still manage to dance and mix in with the crowd, but we do. I glance over his shoulder and instantly regret it when I see Chantel's face. Not only hers but Lexcis's and also Zave's. Seeing his face sucks me out of the fantasy, making me realize I wasn't kissing him.

I focus back on Levi, running my fingers through his hair. He starts to eagerly pull us away from the dan