Sweet Soul (Sweet Home #5)(38)

His warm palm pressed against my cheek, the gesture bringing me peace. He would have no idea why, but that touch was my heart and my soul, that familiar hand on my cheek and his forehead pressed to mine.

Closing my eyes, I searched for a reason not to trust Levi, but I could find none. He’d shown me charity and compassion. He’d shown me kindness and a pure heart. But Annabelle’s words were burned in my heart, my fear too deep and too strong to defeat.

“Elsie,” he whispered again. “You can talk to me. You can open up to me. I swear you are safe with me.”

Tethering myself to any shred of courage I could find, I pushed Levi’s face to stay just an inch from mine, and pointed at my mouth. “I’m afraid to speak,” I mouthed, knowing he watched my every word.

“Why?” he asked.

I moved my hand to point at my ear, tears building in my eyes. Tapping my left ear, the ear that could hear no sound, I mouthed, “I sound,” I paused, making sure he could see, “different to,” I pointed at his chest, “you.”

Levi’s eyebrows were lowered, but as I mouthed this sentence, understanding dawned on his face. “I don’t care,” he replied, nothing but honestly in voice.

His understanding, his complete understanding caused tears to tumble down my cheeks. Everyone cared. They cared when my mom spoke, and they laughed in her face. And Annabelle, those other girls, they cared too.

“Elsie, Please,” Levi pushed again, “just say my name… just say, anything to me.”

Silence filled the pod, the lights from the city twinkling below where we sat. My eyes dropped down, to hide from what he might say, but I forced myself to open my mouth, and I let his name quietly pass my lips. “Levi.”

He froze as the sound of my strange voice filled our little space. Shame and embarrassment completely took me in their hold.

It’s the worst sound I’ve ever heard. Stay mute and dumb, no one should be subjected to that f*cking nasty sound… I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard that spiteful voice again. I tried to pull away, but Levi held tight. He wouldn’t let me go. My eyes opened, to beg him to give me space, but all I saw staring back were glossy gray eyes… and a beautiful face, filled with… pride.

Pride for me?

He was… proud of me?

I didn’t understand.

“Elsie,” he whispered, a deep broken timbre to his voice. “You said my name.”

I tried to look away, to escape the emotion in his eyes, but a hand on my cheek pulled me back, forcing me to stay exactly where we were. I dropped my head, too embarrassed by what he’d think of how I sounded. Of my voice, the one I’d hidden for so long.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. I shook my head. He didn’t let it pass, and lifted my face. “What?” he repeated, searching my face for an answer.

My hand ran down my throat, and I mouthed, “I’m embarrassed.” I licked my lips, tasting the salt from the tears still trickling down my face. I sucked in a breath, and finished, “Of how I sound. It’s horrible.”

I watched Levi’s face pale. Suddenly, the Ferris wheel turned again, bringing us to the highest point of the ride. Levi’s hands both pressed on my cheeks, my eyes crashed back with his.

Reaching up, I gripped onto his wrists as his tongue ran round his lips. I watched this shy boy swallow. I watched him stare at my lips, a red blush mushrooming on his cheeks. The air around us seemed to crackle with tension. Nervous shivers danced up my spine.

“I want,” Levi breathed, “I want to kiss you,” he whispered, barely making a sound. “Real bad.”

I was shocked into stillness. Levi’s warm breath drifted over my face, and I found it in me to ask, “Why?”

Levi pushed closer to me, his breathing stuttered. “Because you’re you,” he replied, and I felt my walled-up heart begin to crumble some. “Because you’re you,” he repeated again.

Levi’s hands loosened a touch, when he shyly confessed, “Elsie. I ain’t ever kissed no one before.”

I frowned, finding it impossible that someone who looked like him, who had everything, had never kissed a girl. That he’d wanted to kiss me after he’d heard me. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t disgusted by my sound, why he wasn’t agreeing that I should keep silent.

“You ever kissed anyone, Elsie?”

Seeing he was focused on my lips, I mouthed, “No.”

Levi’s thumb ran back and forth on my cheek, and he offered, “Say it, Elsie. Don’t shy away again.”

I shook my head, ready to argue against using my voice, when he said, “You don’t sound different, or bad. I don’t know why you hate your voice. Because you sound perfect to me. Your voice, so sweet and… just you.”

I froze, letting his words sink in. I couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t possibly be the truth. But all I saw was honestly in his expression.

As if seeing my overwhelming feelings of his acceptance, Levi leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine—it was a whisper of a kiss, as soft and delicate as a butterfly’s wings. A surprised whimper escaped my lips, and Levi pulled back. His eyes were closed tightly and he breathed hard.

The wheel drew to a stop again. I waited, patiently, for what he would do next, when he suddenly pushed forward, taking my lips once again. His mouth pressed against mine, as soft and as gentle as before. We stayed that way, still and unmoving, but shyly joined for seconds and seconds, it felt like days. Flutters sprung in my chest as his hand drifted delicately down my face, and I sighed lightly, giving my happiness away.