Loving Levi Greene

Chapter 7: Connection

Abigail and I are staring at the door.

Seconds pass and I realize one of us needs to answer it.

I turn to look at my friend. She is still staring at the door.

She must be just as nervous as I am and I feel for her.

I stand, and walk towards the entrance.

My dress swishes and swings while I walk quickly toward the front of the foyer. I reach for the brass door nob and twist.

A chilled draft successfully fought it's way inside the house as the door opened in front of me. Joseph had a fisted hand hovering over where the door was missing, about to knock on nothing. He smiled.

"Amelia, you look absolutely beautiful this evening." He says politely, while looking over my shoulder for my friend.

Abigail rushes up beside me, smiling at Joseph.

"Absolutely breathtaking, Abigail. I am in awe." He said, now looking into Abigail eyes. Abigail returns his smile and thanks him, blushing.

It was then that I turned to look behind Joseph.

There he was, standing in Joseph's shadow.

Dark, tall, and handsome.

He was dressed to impress, the suit fit him so well.

My eyes wandered down and then back up, meeting his face.

I was met with smoldering eyes, hooded and wanting.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned upward.

"Amelia, good evening." he said in a low voice.

"Good evening Levi, you look very nice." I said.

"That's my line." he replied with a smirk.

His eyes met mine with an intensity that I couldn't quite understand. What is he thinking about? No other man has ever looked at me with.... this look.

What does it mean? The silence in the air becomes palpable. I continue to meet his stare with an inquisitive and questioning look on my face, I'm sure.

Abigail coughs, no doubt an attempt to break the silence. Levi and I bounce back to our reality. We break eye contact.

I look to the floor and Levi looks off to the side. It's obvious he felt it too. He felt that connection. It was to intense for him not to. I wonder what is on his mind right now.

Levi turns back to me, more composed it seems.

"Amelia, truly, you look stunning." He says, reaching for my hand.

I reach my hand out towards his, palm facing the floor. He gently takes my hand in his. He brings my hand to his mouth.

He is moving slow.

Intentional with this gesture.

His lips make contact with the back of my hand and a chill of goosebumps ripple up my arm and behind my shoulder blades.

He is driving my crazy with such a simple act of formality.

Does he know that he's driving me mad?

Is he doing this intentionally, knowing the affect he has on me?

Is it obvious?

My cheeks become even more red underneath the rouge that Abigail had applied earlier.

I need to respond before things get awkward and I ruin the night before it even begins.