Amelia ☾ [L. Ackerman X OC]

Four

"You're finally wearing it!" Amelia excitedly exclaimed, "only took like three and a half years."

"Tch, I sleep in it almost every night." Levi accidentally slipped, his features turning a light shade of pink as he realized his confession.

"How come I've never seen you in it?" The short eighteen year old pouted.

He finished cleaning the dish in his hand, drying and setting it in the counter.

He tossed Amelia's damp hair playfully, the affectionate connection of his slender fingers tugging her locks ever so slightly causing her abdomen to stir.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" He changed the subject, avoiding her inquiry.

"Yes!" She flashed a broad, proud grin, holding up the potato, "but I only found one."

"We can just split it, thanks for grabbing it."

She shook her head, "nah that's okay, it's yours."

"No."

"But-"

"No 'buts.'"

"Hmph." She sat onto the squeaky chair, accepting her defeat.

"Something interesting did happen." She added, resting her elbow on the table, her cheek adorably squished against her fist.

"What?" He questioned nonchalantly, consciously continuing his task, wanting everything to be as polished as possible.

"You know Jacob, from the farmers market?"

"Yeah." Levi instinctively growled; he hadn't particularly enjoy hearing Amelia talk about other men.

It bothered him greatly, though, he was blissfully unaware of the reason.

"He asked me on a date."

"No."

"Is that your favorite word today or something?"

"No."