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Wanda rolled her eyes sharply, turning her body away from him as she placed the glass in the sink.
Levi chuckled softly. "For some reason, you seem to be mad at me."
Wanda ignored him completely. She didn't acknowledge him; no greeting. No glance.
Levi stepped behind her anyway, sliding his hands gently over her arms in a familiar, intimate touch, then leaned in to kiss her cheek.
Wanda jerked away as if burned. She took two steps aside, putting space between them, her brows furrowing in disgust.
"Don't come close to me," she snapped, voice brittle. "Not when you reek of sex."
Levi blinked, then let out a small, knowing sigh. "So you are jealous."
Wanda scoffed. "How can I be jealous when I heard you fucking your wife without a hint of reservation?"
Levi nodded as if confirming a theory. "I thought as much. I knew someone was at the door, listening."
His smirk deepened. "Did you have fun listening?"
