Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

11. it doesn't count if you're hypothermic

That makes you smile. Levi's rotated now so that he's facing you, fingers rubbing gentle circles through your hair. There's still enough in the way of bubbles that he can't see much of you, but you feel a bit nervous anyways. This whole situation, the topic of conversation, it's just... too vulnerable for your liking. 

"Do you want me to leave?"

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn't even realized that you'd zoned out. "If you- if you want to," you say awkwardly, arms crossed over your chest.

His eyes meet yours. "I asked what you wanted."

You pinch your lips together. The bath isn't quite as warm as when you first got in, so there's nothing to stop goosebumps from rising up your spine. "Maybe we-" you pause. "Can I get out? And maybe we can..."

You don't really know what you want. "I'll grab you a towel," Levi murmurs, pulling his fingers from your hair, "and then we'll figure it out."

He rises and brings you a towel, then shuts the door on his way out of the bathroom. With a sigh, you get up and out of the bath, wrapping yourself in the towel as you set the bath to drain. Levi calls that he's leaving to give you privacy to change, and you hear the main door to your bedroom open and close.

With the room to yourself, you get changed into your fuzziest pajama bottoms and a thick sweater. You find your phone, set aside on the nightstand, and when you open it, there's a dozen or so texts from various family members asking how you are.

Nothing from your mother. You're fine with that; you're not sure what she could say that wouldn't make you unfathomably angry.

You sit down on the bed, and in an attempt to stay warm, you tuck yourself under the covers and curl up with your phone. "Levi?" you call out, but there's no response. Maybe he left to go to the kitchen or something like that.

You scroll through your phone for a few minutes, but your exhaustion that you haven't been allowed to give into catches up to you, and before you know it, you're passed out.

When you wake up, it's only because Levi's shaking your shoulder. "You need to eat," he says, and he's holding a plate in one hand. "Wake up."

You yawn, sitting yourself up. "Sorry," you say, trying to bite back another yawn. "Didn't mean to sleep."

"It's fine. Understandable." When you don't move, Levi glares at you. "Like hell I'm letting you eat in the same place that we sleep. Out."

That makes you smile. You ease yourself out of bed until you're on the floor, back against the bed, and only then does Levi pass you food. He sits next to you, and together, you eat. It's only after your first few bites that you realize how hungry you are, and the food is warm and tastes really damn good. 

When you're done, Levi takes both of your plates and sets them aside. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely," you confirm. You glance at the window; it's dark outside. It wasn't dark when you fell asleep. "How long was I out?"

"Long enough to make this a late dinner."

Shit. "I'm sorry," you say quickly, glancing at him. "I didn't mean-"

His hand settles on your knee. "It's fine," Levi interrupts. "You needed it."

His tone is firm and isn't open for argument. You stare at his hand on your knee, which doesn't move. You're both sitting with your backs against the side of the bed, your knees pulled up towards your chest, Levi with one knee up and one leg straight. You're close enough that your shoulders are almost touching.

Levi's hand withdraws slightly; you tip your knee towards him, just a bit. He pauses, then relaxes his hand on your leg. Why are you more nervous now than any other time it's been just you and him? This is ridiculous.