Reaching over and grabbing the whole stack of napkins, I yanked Levi back down into his seat and started furiously rubbing at it. People were going to think he’d peed his pants, and he’d never talk to me again so I had to fix this.
Chuckling awkwardly, he tapped me on the shoulder. “Whoa, Lottie, it’s ok. It’ll dry.”
Yeah, that it would, but I was just so freaking embarrassed by it all that I just wanted to make it disappear. If anyone saw it, he’d never live it down. And there were cameras out there, what if a photo ended up online?
Through all the rubbing and worrying, I didn’t notice that the stadium had gone quiet around us. Nothing registered except drying off that fucking wet patch. Why did shit like this have to happen to me? Why couldn’t I have been the person who did moves like they did in the Matrix, and duck in slow motion when Lily had bumped into me?
“Uh, Charlotte,” Lily hissed, poking me in the side. “You might want to stop…”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice boomed through a speaker. “Let me remind you that there are children at this event, so if we could keep ourselves in check and not let the excitement carry us away…”
Confused, I picked my head up and looked behind me at Lily who was pointing her phone at something high up on the field now.
Following where she was looking, I saw that I was on one of the huge screens which had previously showed the scores and video replays. Now it had me, bent over with my head in Levi’s crotch as I rubbed at the…
Oh, fucking bird shit on a feather, no!
And that’s when I discovered the best use of the huge foam hand and placed it over my face. I was aware of Lily curled up in a ball in her chair, laughing her ass off, and a high-pitched squeaking wheeze coming out of Tate, but aside from that I was now in hiding for the rest of my life. And Levi Townsend and his poor molested cock totally didn’t exist in hiding.
The one time I got taken out to do something fun, I ended up spilling water on Levi’s dick, and then got video footage of me trying to dry it played across the stadium from an angle that looked like I was jerking the poor guy off.
Once I got over the embarrassment of it, I was going to look online to see if that had ever happened to someone else – there was totally comfort in numbers in this scenario. That’s if I survived the embarrassment, and the jury was out on that one right now.
The shuddering coming from Levi became hard to ignore, but I was going to do it. Well, until he tugged me under his arm and pressed his face into my neck, making my body shake as he continued laughing.
“I’m so sorry, Lottie,” he snickered, not making me feel better at all. “But you’ve got to admit – after what happened a couple of days ago, that was the funniest shit ever.”
He had a point, but it wasn’t him who’d molested a nice guy’s penis. If he’d done it, he wouldn’t be laughing.
Tugging the foam hand away from my face, he used his thumb to turn my face toward him. “Baby,” he whispered, choking halfway through the word – the big rat bastard. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, I did what he asked, and was surprised by the soft expression on his face as he looked at me. Running the tip of his nose down my own, he mumbled, “Thank you for being you. You’ve given me more laughter in the short time I’ve known you than anyone, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
Whoa. It was cheesy as hell, but shit I loved it at the same time. And it meant a lot to me to hear it, especially after the stadium had witnessed me violating his poor crotch.
Grinning at him, I decided to live for the day. Hell, I’d already jerked the poor guy off with water and napkins on a huge television screen, so what could I possibly have to lose?
And on that thought, I leaned in and kissed him, making the first move for the first time in my life, and hoping I wasn’t fucking up even more.Chapter NineLevi“She’s already embarrassed enough, so don’t make it worse,” I warned my brothers, making sure they knew how serious I was.
Thanks to the fucking internet, clips of Charlotte trying to dry my crotch had gone viral. Thankfully, my family had kept her distracted with Thanksgiving prep so she had no idea they existed and had been seen by thousands of people – yet. It was only a matter of time, though, given how often she looked shit up. I’d never known anyone to do as many internet searches as she did. Wouldn’t you run out of questions or shit to think up?