Hazel's POV
My back pressed against the cold metal of Levi's car. His lips were on mine, hot and demanding, sending electricity through my entire body. This kiss was nothing like our first one—this was pure fire. His hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me against him as if he couldn't bear any space between us.
When he finally pulled away, his hazel eyes were dark with desire.
"I've been wanting to do that all night," he murmured, his voice husky.
I tried to catch my breath. "I thought we were going to a comedy club?"
He grinned, taking a step back. "We are. Just couldn't wait any longer."
The evening had started with Levi picking me up from my apartment. The moment he saw me in my navy blue dress, his eyes had darkened appreciatively.
"You look stunning," he'd said simply, taking my hand and pressing a light kiss to my knuckles.
