Levi came home from work a little earlier than usual. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Declan sitting at the island with his coloring book and a couple of crayons in front of him.

He nearly lunged from his chair when he saw his father, a wide smile on his face as ran to hug and greet him.

"Hey bud!" Levi greeted back, bending down to embrace his son. Dropping his work bag and suit jacket, he picked Declan up and carried him back into the kitchen. "Smells good in here. What are you making?"

Setting Declan down, he walked up to me to lean over and look down in the pot. He nodded in approval, rubbing his grumbling stomach.

"Looks good."

"Dinner's almost ready. I'm just waiting for the breadsticks to be done."

Nodding once more, he turned to go grab his belongings. "I'm going to go take a shower. I'll be back down in a bit."

While he left to go shower, I finished getting dinner ready. Once my bread was done, I used an oven mitt to retrieve them from the oven and set the pan of freshly baked breadsticks on top of the stove.

Removing the oven mitts and setting it aside, I had Declan help me set the table. We always sit at the Island whenever we eat, so I thought it would be a good idea to use the dining table instead.

High-fiving Declan after we finished, we sat down at the table and waited for Levi to return.

When he finally returned, he was no longer wearing his usual get-up, but a pair of light blue pajama pants with sea turtles on them and a solid white tee.

I smiled, finding it adorable that he wanted to match with Declan, who was wearing the same top and pants.

Taking the open seat beside me, Levi's knee brushed my own under the table. Gasping at the unexpected contact, my knee jerked up, hitting the table with an abrupt thud.

I rubbed my bruised knee, embarrassed as Levi and Declan stopped what they were doing to look at me.

"Are you okay?" Levi asked, concern flaring in his pretty emerald green eyes.

"Yeah," I responded softly, still rubbing my throbbing knee.

Levi noticed the way my nose crinkled in discomfort. "Let me see." Patting his lap, I hesitantly placed my leg on his lap. His fingers gently touched my ankles, his hands traveling up the length of my leg and stopping at my knee.

I bit my lip, feeling a throbbing sensation in between my slightly spread legs.

"Tell me where it hurts." He spoke in a soft and gentle tone, using the same soothing voice he uses with Declan, as he lightly felt and pressed on parts of my knee with the tips of his fingers.

I ended up letting a moan slip when he touched the spot that was causing me the most pain, something hard suddenly pressing against the side of my leg.

I yanked my leg back when I realized what it was, my heart racing as I squirmed in my seat. "I'll be fine. Thank you," I said quickly, blushing.

Levi simply smirked, taking his fork and continuing to eat his Spaghetti. While I on the other hand had lost my appetite entirely.

I pushed the food on my plate around with my fork, occasionally eating some of my salad or nibbling on my breadstick.

Allowing the awkward silence to continue settling between us, I waited until Declan was finished eating before standing up and taking both of our plates into the kitchen.

I was scrubbing the pasta sauce residue off my plate with a soapy sponge when I felt Levi brush up against me from behind.

"Excuse me," he said, reaching over me to put his finished plate in the sink. My breathing gave me away, Levi lightly skating his hand over the small of my back before he backed away. "Am I making you nervous?"

"A little," I whispered, stepping away from the sink so I can catch my breath.

"Sorry," he said lowly, the grin on his face indicating that he wasn't in fact sorry at all.

Joining Declan on the couch, I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat while I watched Declan scroll through a selection of kid's movies with the TV remote.

I don't know what to do about Levi. I like him, I do. And I am very attracted to him. But he's my boss.

My grandmother made it clear earlier that she supported the relationship should there ever be one, but I don't know.

Ever since Levi's confession last night, I wanted to jump his bones. But I didn't, because of the tiny voice in my head reminding me that this isn't a good idea.

I should be dating people my own age, and who isn't my boss. Like Zack. He asked me out again this morning and I've been thinking about taking him up on the offer.

The only reason why I haven't given him a response yet is because a part of me hasn't stopped thinking about what Levi said.

"He will never be able to make you happy like I can! Never!"

And as much as I've tried to push his words into the back of mind, I can't help but to wonder what kind of life he and I would have.

"What are we watching?" Levi asked, pulling me from my thoughts as he plopped down next to me on the couch.

"I don't know yet," I murmured, the butterflies in my stomach acting up again.

He was sitting so close, his arm resting on the rim of the couch's backrest and his legs slightly manspread apart.

Shifting into a criss-cross apple sauce position, I kept my head forward despite the urge to look down at the erection still resting against Levi's thigh.

Once Declan finally picked a movie, which of course had been his favorite movie- Finding Nemo, he set the remote down on the coffee table and climbed into the seat next to his father.

Cold air brushed my arms and legs, making me regret wearing these shorts and tee shirt. Grabbing the blanket from off the armrest to the right of me, I unfolded it and offered to share.

Getting comfortable under the warm blanket, we sat in silence while we watched Finding Nemo for what felt like the hundredth time since I became Declan's live-in Nanny.

Thirty minutes had passed, the only sound being heard from the movie playing on the large flat screen television.

By the time a full hour had passed, Declan had curled up into the fetal position and fallen asleep.

"We should probably call it a night," I whispered, peeling the blanket off my lap and standing up.

Picking up Declan, who had gone limp in my arms, I headed upstairs to put him to bed. After tucking him in, I went back downstairs to turn off the TV.

Levi was still sitting on the couch, unmoving as he watched me reach for the remote.

"It's not too late for us to watch another movie, you know."

"I'm tired," I lied, adding a forced yawn.

I was far from tired. I could probably stay up for a couple more movies. But I don't think either of us will be paying much attention to the movie.

Sexual tension is high and Levi is looking a little too good in his sea turtle pajamas.

Turning off the TV, I went to set the remote back down when Levi grabbed my wrist. I looked up and over at him, those beautiful eyes of his making my heart skip a beat.

"Watch a movie with me," he urged, determined to get me to stay up longer with him.

"But I'm tired," I lied again, biting my lip and averting my eyes.

"Look at me," he demanded. I looked back at him, biting my lip once more. His eyes trailed down to my mouth, before flickering back up to meet my eyes again. "I'd really like to bite that lip."

My cheeks pinkened, flushed by his words. He always knows just what to say to have me damn near melting.

"Levi," I breathed, "you can't keep saying things like that."

"Why?" The innocent look on his face reminded me of Declan. It was as if he truly didn't know what he was saying or doing was wrong.

"Because it's inappropriate," I answered honestly.

"So you want me to stop?"

"Yes. No. I... don't know," I admitted.

He let go of my wrist and leaned back on the couch. "Unlike the little boys you entertain, I'm a man who knows what he wants. And I want you. Every beautiful part of you."

I swallowed, my heart pounding. "But you can't want me, Levi. It's wrong."

"If it's wrong, then I never want to be right."

"But Levi-"

"Say my name one more time," he ground out gruffly, causing me to swallow a second time. I didn't know what he meant until he said, "I promise you that I will take you right here on this fucking couch."

"I-" I swiveled on my heel, speed walking towards the stairs. "It's getting late. You should probably sleep in your own room tonight. Goodnight."

When I made it to my bedroom, I closed the door, trying to catch the breath that Levi's words had knocked out of me. If I hadn't gotten out of there as quickly as I did... who knows what would've happened.