Deity's POV
It's Thursday morning and I woke up with a determined spirit. I prepared breakfast and laid it all out in time when Lev came down all fresh from the shower. I handed him a cup of coffee which he thanked me in return.
"Should I pack your lunch or you're coming home at noon?" I asked as I sat beside him, sipping my own cup of tea.
"I'll be home. I won't be far off since I have to gather woods first." He took the slice of meat from my plate, replacing it with lettuces and potatoes. I glared at him and he returned it with a smirk.
When we're done eating I accompanied him to the storage room where garden tools are also kept. He took the chainsaw and axe, muttering about bringing home firewoods for the coming winter. He was on his jeans and a navy blue shirt, while I looked like a wife who just got out of bed to see her husband off for work.
"I can hire someone to help you," I let the offer hanging when he was about to leave.
"Or you can save the money to buy more meat. I prefer that one." He ruffled my hair before leaving through the back door and I watched as the trees swallowed his form.
My eyes drifted back to the storage room and an idea came into my mind. Finishing my tea, I carried the mower outside and turned it on.
Time to tidy up the lawn.
I finished mowing in just an hour and a half, then trimmed the shrubs unkempt all over the lawn. I placed some on pots and placed them near the windows around the house. Finally, it looked welcoming. I went inside the house to prepare lunch early so I can heat them later when Lev's back. I left the kitchen and covered the glass windows as I scrubbed the exterior walls so I can repaint later. I had to use the ladder when I started painting the walls. It was easy enough because I bought roller brushes when I purchased the mower and paint.
What's hard is keeping your balance.
I've already painted one-fourth of the whole when I felt strong hands gripping my waist and lifting me off the ladder. I squealed, only stopping when my foot landed safely on the ground. I turned to face the perpetrator and glared.
"Do you have to do that?!" I huffed in annoyance.
"As a matter of fact, yes." Lev took the roller brush from my grasp and deposited it unceremoniously on the ground, his other hand still around my waist. "Although I like seeing your wiggling butt eye-level, I cannot let you do a man's work."
My face heated at his blunt statement, "I wasn't wiggling my butt! Even so, you have no right to tell me that since you have your own work to worry about."
He grunted, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling. "A work I can delay if you need me." My body's reaction surprised me. I leaned my back closer to his broad chest, discovering he's shirtless and covered in sweat. Nevertheless, he smelled manly, like pine and musk with a hint of fresh rain. His forearms brushed mine, making the sparks erupt under my skin. Soft growls were coming from him as I tilted my head unconsciously and his nose traveled down to my neck.
Then I remembered this is not something a lady should do.
I moved away all of a sudden, flushed with embarrassment and unable to look at him in the eye. "Y-You must be hungry."
He growled lowly, gray eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hell, yes." His eyes roamed my body and I flushed even more.
I ignored that look and went inside, he followed in tow already wearing a shirt, helping me prepare and we both ate like hungry wolves. I turned down any attempt at conversation since I'm still embarrassed about my behavior earlier. I can't help but notice he's enjoying the food and inching closer to me slowly before inhaling discreetly.
Is he comparing my scent to the steak?
When I washed the dishes, he hovered beside me doing the same thing. He covered it up by drying the dishes with a towel. He even followed me out to continue repainting.
"It's alright. I can handle this." I assured him, telling him to sit and rest for a while.
He smirked, "You really want to show me your wiggling but-"
"LEV!" I glared. He just chuckled, taking the roller brush from me.
"I'll do it. You rest while I take care of this." He said, gently guiding me to sit on the porch. His arms around my waist tightened when the same sparks came like fireworks. I don't know but they become stronger as we continue to be in each other's presence. His gray eyes stared at me intently before he reluctantly pulled away, grabbing the roller brush and started working.
I watched fascinated as he moved gracefully. Like he's used to doing hardwork and perfected it already. As his shirt rose up when he extended his arms I saw an outline of a huge scar and my throat tightened. As if in a trance, I walked closer. Before I even knew it my fingers are already tracing the damn scar. He stiffened, before finally looking down to see me there. I smiled shyly before retracting my hand.
"Sorry."
His brows rose as he stepped down the ladder, hands pulling me closer and placing my hand on the scar marring his torso. He shuddered, eyes darkening as he looked at me concentrated on tracing it as if I can erase it and the pain it caused with my bare fingers. He moved closer, hands encircling my waist and I heard the soft growls coming from him again.
Weird.
A car honked in the distance and I pulled away distractedly, noticing the same BMW that I've ridden too many times. Lev's arms tightened on my waist, stance becoming alert as the man emerged from inside the car. His growls became noticeable and powerful, but I found safety in it. It wasn't Parker who came to visit.
It was the mayor himself.