AFTER A MILLION apologies from Levee, my family decided to call it a night. Before my mom left, she pulled Levee aside and had a little chat with her. They both ended up crying and hugging before Mom finally walked out the door.
As we watched them all drive away, Levee leaned her head on my shoulder and declared that I was never allowed to meet her parents. I laughed then tossed her over my shoulder and headed up the winding staircase to her bedroom.
I would love to say that I stripped her naked and we blocked out the world while tangled between the sheets. However, when I deposited her on the bed, Henry was lounging next to her. And, as I collapsed on the other side of her, I knew things were bad when Henry didn’t even crack a threesome joke.
“So, are you sure about this? I mean, do you really think Devon would sell you out like that?” he asked the ceiling.
“I don’t know. Two hours ago, no. But now…I’m not sure. How the hell did I not know he was in love with me?”
Sliding my arm under her head, I said, “I told you he was your Kevin Costner.”
“Oh, hush,” she teased, rolling to my side.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing the right thing. Hiding doesn’t help anyone,” Henry said, climbing off the bed and moving to the chair in the corner. “You still planning to step away for a little while?”
Levee’s head tilted back to look at me. While holding my gaze, she responded to Henry. “Yeah. I really think I need to.”
“Good. Then call Stewart. Make an official statement. Blast it everywhere, and then get better so I can stop spending my weekends alone with you two. It’s making me horny. I can’t even remember the last time I got laid.”
“Tuesday. The photographer,” she informed him. “I got the play-by-play on Wednesday.”
Henry smiled fondly. “Ah, yes. I should call him.”
She turned her attention back to me. “Are you sure you’re ready for all of this? I’ll totally understand if you want to stay out of it.”
“What do I have to lose, Levee? I’m in this with you one hundred percent, and if it means you get to stop hiding and we get to live a life…together, I’m ready for it all with you.” I smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “And yes, I’ll sign the copyright release on that too.”
With a groan, she lifted her phone to dial. “Nah. You can keep that one. It wasn’t that great.”
“What!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, not your best work. You really should have tried harder.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t look at me like that. That wasn’t anywhere close to as good as ‘I want to struggle with you.’ Sorry, Sam. I think you were a one-hit wonder.”
“Well, we can’t all be Levee Williams, I guess.” I tickled her until she rolled off the bed with the phone to her ear.
“Stewart? We need to talk.”
For over an hour, Levee paced the room, talking on the phone. Henry sat in the corner, alternating between listening to her and whispering his opinion. I sat silently on the bed, wondering what the hell they were talking about. I was a smart guy. But I swear they were speaking a different language. From what I gathered, they were debating the pros and cons on what details Levee should release in her official statement.
Finally, when she hung up, she dropped her chin to her chest and announced, “And now, we wait.”
“That’s it?” I asked, rising to pull her into a hug.
“Yep. My publicist will do the rest.”
“Let me know if you need anything. I’m going to see if the sexy photog sends dirty pictures.” Henry rubbed his palms together before heading down the hall to his rooms—plural.
When Levee had originally said that we needed to do a press release, I hadn’t been quite sure what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn’t lying in bed while staring at our social media accounts.
“Oh, oh, oh. It’s up,” she said, sitting up in bed.
When I refreshed my rePURPOSEd Instagram account, a notification appeared that I had been tagged in a photo.
It was a picture of Levee and me from earlier that night. I was pretty sure Meg had taken it on her cell phone, but it was utterly breathtaking. We were huddled together while talking to Henry. I was holding a beer and laughing, and Levee was pressed up on her toes, kissing my cheek, her smile visible even from the side. My arm was anchored around her waist, and her hand sat lovingly on my stomach.
The post read: Once upon a time…I fell in love with Spiderman. #TrueStory
I knew that Levee hadn’t posted that picture. Some publicist or assistant somewhere had pressed the magical button, sharing our intimate moment with the world.
But I knew with absolute certainty that Levee had penned the message, and even though it was a load of shit, it meant the world to me.
Grabbing my hand, she intertwined our fingers. “Don’t let go. No matter what, okay?”
Staring into whiskey-brown eyes that represented the rest of my life, I knew there was only one answer. “Never.”
My life changed that night.
She was right.
Everything was different.
But, even as pictures of us flashed on the screen while news stations reported that Levee Williams was checking into a mental health treatment program for depression and a possible suicide attempt, one thing remained the same.
Us.
She drew circles on my chest as we stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, laughing and talking like two people madly in love.
And, at the end of the day, that was all we really were.
Our relationship had absolutely nothing to do with Levee’s celebrity status or my lack thereof.
She wasn’t the princess.
And I wasn’t the pauper.
She was just a sad girl who liked to write songs.
And I was nothing more than a simple guy who was lucky enough to have made her fall in love with him.