Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

12. it doesn't count on new year's [nsfw]

Your heart swells in your chest. He's so sweet- much too sweet for you. "Thank you," you say gratefully, taking the contents of his hands from him. "Seriously. Thank you. I can pay you back for-"

"No, you can't," Levi interrupts. "I'll grab glasses."

You rock slightly in your spot, giddy. God, he's so good to you, even when you don't need to keep the fake dating ruse up anymore. You'll enjoy it while you can.

Levi, coat off and glasses in hand, returns to sit next to you, on the floor in front of the bed. He pours wine as you use the remote to flip through television channels, finding a random action comedy movie that looks like it'll entertain you enough. He hands you some napkins and a plate, then a glass.

You shuffle so that you've pulled your knees up to your chest. You're right next to Levi, nearly shoulder to shoulder. Levi raises his glass. "To fake dating," he suggests.

You beam, raising your glass. "To successfully fake dating," you add.

The movie rolls, and you and Levi dig in. The food's good, the wine is good, and the movie is good, but you think that the best part about it is just the comfort. This whole thing started a week ago- December 24th, and now it's the 31st. New Year's Eve. A week ago, you never could've imagined how comfortable you'd be in Levi's presence. That it would ever get to here.

You're a bit nervous, sure; your knee keeps bumping into his and your shoulders are pressed together. But it's not really anxiety, you don't think. Just general nerves that come from being this close to him and your current situation. 

But you're comfortable. You're happy. And it only took a week of constantly being in each other's presence.

Eventually, the movie ends, and you flip to a news channel that's counting down until midnight. It's only a few more minutes until the new year, and as Levi rises to his feet, you help hand him some of the garbage and dirty plates from the floor. There's a small kitchenette tucked into a nook near the door, and Levi brings the plates over there; you set the wine on the table and set the empty pizza box by one of the garbage bins.

When everything's cleaned up, you move back towards the glass doors, peering outside. It's even busier than it was when you checked the first time. "Almost midnight," you say, turning back around to Levi.

He joins you at the glass door. "Not too late to go out," he remarks.

"Do you want to?"

He's looking at you. "I'm happy here."

"What, not interested in a New Year's kiss?" you tease, looking down at all of the people gathering in the square below. The television in your hotel room announces that there's a minute until the new year.

"Not from anyone down there," Levi replies.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach; you squash them down. You glance at Levi but he's already looking at you, and he looks away when you make eye contact. He's nervous. Good- so you're not alone in the feeling.

You look away too, directing your eyes to the crowd below. "Same here," you murmur.

You can feel his eyes on you, his gaze having returned now that you're no longer looking at him. You fidget with your sleeves, too nervous to figure out what to say or what to ask.

"You're killing me, Ang," Levi says.

Now, you cross your arms. You tilt your head, looking to him. "Killing you without touching you? I've got a hidden talent."

He's smirking. "You know what I mean."

You do. You hug your body a bit tighter. "Sorry," you murmur.

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