The night air brushed against Havana's damp skin as they stepped outside, both half-dressed, still reeling from the storm that had nearly erupted between them. Her hand never left Levi's arm. She clung to him with a grip that was more than physical—it was a silent need, raw and desperate, like a craving that couldn't be shaken off.
Levi glanced down at her, noticing how tightly she held on, her fingers wrapped around him like a lifeline. "You're holding me like I might disappear," he said, half teasing, half serious.
"Maybe I am," she muttered under her breath, eyes fixed ahead.
They walked in silence for a while, the streets lit in dim golds and reds from the scattered neon lights of their town. Levi, in a bold flash of spontaneity, veered left, phone in hand, following a nearby listing he'd pulled up. The destination made Havana raise a brow as the sign came into view.
"You're joking," she said, pausing. "An adult shop?"
"You wanted different," Levi replied, grinning as he held the door open.
The small bell above the entrance jingled as they stepped inside. It was dimly lit, tastefully designed but unmistakably bold. Shelves lined with sleek boxes, soft moans from sample audio playing on loop, walls adorned with everything from elegant lace to leather and velvet.
Havana's grip tightened.
"You're going to owe me for this," she whispered, eyes wide, though her curiosity flickered behind the hesitation.
"Oh, I plan to," Levi replied, voice low, leaning in close enough that she could feel his breath warm against her ear.
They wandered through the aisles together—awkward at first, then laughing softly, whispering jokes and sharing glances that lingered just a little too long.
And though she still held his arm like a craving she couldn't let go of, the tension between them had changed. It was no longer about being left hanging—it was about what was coming next.
They didn't speak much as they explored the shop—just exchanged charged glances and the occasional breathless laugh. Havana's cheeks stayed flushed, though it was hard to tell if it was from the lingering heat between them or the soft glow of the red lighting.
Levi picked up a small box first—a satin blindfold—running his thumb over the fabric before raising a brow at her.
"Too much?" he asked.
"Not enough," she replied, surprising both of them.
Next came a pair of silk restraints, discreetly packed, their presence suggesting trust more than anything else. Havana picked that one, her grip still firm on Levi's arm as if daring him to question her choice.
They added a small bottle of scented massage oil, something warm and slow-burning. Havana quietly placed a lace bralette and matching shorts into the basket, the kind that whispered elegance more than it shouted boldness.
Levi paused at a shelf with a simple but sleek toy, glanced at her again for permission. She shrugged and gave a tiny smirk. "Only if you read the manual," she said dryly.
He then proceed to picking a few more which include Nipple Clamps and a Finger Vibrators
They paid quickly, the cashier giving them a knowing look but saying nothing.
As they stepped back into the night, bag in hand, Havana still holding tight to Levi's arm, the silence between them had changed. It was no longer heavy with misunderstanding or tension—it was humming with anticipation.
"Are we going straight home?" she asked, her voice quiet but layered with meaning.
Levi looked at her and smiled.
"Straight home. No more delays."
Havana still hadn't let go of Levi's arm. Her fingers had relaxed, but her hold was still there—intentional, like a promise she hadn't spoken aloud.
Levi glanced at her, his free hand resting over hers.
"Three days left before the trip," he said casually, but his tone carried weight.
Havana looked up at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she nodded slowly, lips curling into a subtle smile.
"So what do we do with them?"
He smirked. "We plan."
She raised a brow. "You're suddenly a planner?"
"When it comes to you, yes." He leaned a little closer. "Today—my day. I get to do whatever I want, however I want... with you."
Havana narrowed her eyes playfully. "So you're declaring a dictatorship now?"
"Just for 24 hours," he teased. "Then the next day, it's yours. Anything you want. I'm all yours."
There was a flicker of something behind her smile—surprise, maybe a little nervous excitement. She turned back toward the window, watching the street lights blur by.
"And the last day?" she asked softly.
Levi's voice dipped. "The last day… we don't do anything but stay wrapped in each other. No games, no control. Just us. All in."
Her fingers squeezed his again. There was no teasing in her expression now—just warmth, vulnerability, and a quiet spark that promised something real.
"Deal," she whispered.
Three days.
And tonight was just the beginning.
Havana let go of his arm at last, only to kick off her shoes and stretch her arms overhead, sighing softly.
Levi, however, walked straight to the wall clock. His eyes scanned the time—12:04 a.m.
He turned to her slowly, a sly smile forming on his lips.
"It's official," he said. "My day has begun."
Havana blinked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Already power-tripping?"
Levi took a step closer, the air between them shifting, charged.
"You agreed," he said, voice low, playful. "One day. Anything I want."
She folded her arms but didn't move away. "I did."
He stepped right into her space, leaning in until his mouth hovered near her ear.
"Then don't move."
Her breath caught slightly as he reached for the bag they had brought from the store. With quiet deliberation, he pulled out the blindfold, letting the smooth black satin slide through his fingers.
"Tonight," he murmured, "we start slow."
Levi stood still for a moment, letting the silence stretch as he held the blindfold in his hand. Then he turned to Havana, his voice calm, deep, and deliberate.
"Come here."
She didn't hesitate—she stepped forward, drawn by the weight in his gaze.
He reached out and gently took her by the waist, his touch firm but unhurried. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke.
"Don't move."
Her breath hitched, but she nodded. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the anticipation swirling between them like electricity.
With careful hands, he lifted the satin blindfold and held it just above her eyes. "Trust me?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she whispered, steady.
He wrapped the blindfold around her head, tying it gently but securely at the back. She stood still, her lips parted slightly, her hands at her sides. Vulnerable. Willing.
He stepped back for a moment, letting his eyes linger on the sight of her—standing there in the center of the room, waiting. A calm kind of tension filled the air, thick with promise.
Then Levi reached out again, pulling her in close.
"My day has just begun," he murmured against her neck, "and I plan to enjoy every second of it."