Levi's POV
As soon as I got home I threw my phone on my bed and raced to take a shower, hot water calms my headaches. I took my shirt off and yawned, then nearly screamed when I took a look at my torso. Jesus, did I have sex with a fucking vampire?
(Totally not a reference to the 'vampires don't exist' story)
Hickeys laced my neck and chest, as well as a few bite marks here and there. But what shocked me most were the giant purple bruises shaped like hands around my waist. It was almost embarrassing how easily he marked all over me like that. I peel my eyes away from the mirror and quickly get in the shower.
My mind drifted away to when I had woke up this morning, curled into that man as if he were my fucking body pillow. How firm his body is, but still fucking soft. How peaceful he is when he sleeps, though I ruined his sleep and tried to stab him.
My whole shower was interrupted by me thinking about him nonstop, no matter how hard I tried to think of something else. I huff in frustration and cut the water flow, stepping out onto my rug.
-~
I tried to resist it. Tried to make myself stay home and just sleep the day away. And it was working at first, I took my shower, drank some water, took some advil--everything you would do to get rid of a hangover. I laid down in my bed and closed my eyes. I tossed, turned, tried different positions, but I just could not go to sleep.
So now I'm at the store. Looking at body pillows. One firm, but soft, and tall enough to represent the fine man I had sex with yesterday. It takes me a moment to realize I don't know how tall he was.
So I pulled out the paper with his number and typed it in. I texted him, and he surprised me with an immediate reply.
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Me
hello.
11:46 am
Unknown
Hello Levi! Did you need something?
11:46 am
Me
this might be a little awkward to ask, but how tall are you?
11:47 am
E.
Ah, don't worry, I don't find it awkard at all. I am 6'2, or 188cm.
11:48 am
Me
thanks.
11:49 am
E.
No problem dear. :)
11:49 am
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My ears turn red at the nickname, and I resist the urge to text him back--I don't wanna seem desperate. I continue my long, aching journey to look for a 188cm pillow. After consulting in an employee, I got one that was pretty damn close. I took the pillow home and then it hits me, that I just spent 13.48$ on a pillow just because it reminded me of him. I still don't even remember his name, but I do know it starts with an E.
-~
I get home and open the door, placing my new pillow on my couch. I suddenly feel a wave of tiredness and I climb onto the couch, cuddling the pillow instead of going to my room. I sigh and relax, my eyes closing. I'm finally going to fall asleep, the world of dreams ready to consume me.
And then my alarm goes off. I ignore it. But of course, I set my alarm to only dismiss itself when I dismiss it. I open my eyes annoyedly and reach over to my phone, swiping right and dismissing the weirdly set alarm, as I'm pretty sure I didn't set one. It buzzes again, and I realize it, in fact, wasn't my alarm, but someone calling me. I groggily pick it up, because of course my luck is that fucking bad.
I look at the name on the scream and feel a vein popping out. Hanji. I click the green button and hold the phone to my ear.
"Levi! Please come to a party with me and Moblit tonight, we promise we'll keep an eye on you! Yknow, cause of last time." He teases.
"Hanji, I'm still recovering from my hangover from last night." I groan, clutching the pillow subconsciously.
"Oh please Levi please!" They beg, and I can already hear Moblit begging her to be quieter.
"No." I respond, though I regret it immediately.
"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" They repeat over and over. I swear I'm going to get a stress pimple from him.
"No!" I respond and hang up. I lay down and set my phone on the table, and it rings again. I agitatedly grab it and answer before even checking the name.
"Hanji, I told you no!" I groan.
"Ah, that's not my name dear." I hear a deep voice chuckle on the other line. Shit. It's him.
"Oh, oh my god. I'm sorry I had no idea it was-"
"It's alright, I understand. Hanji can be quite persistent with what they want." He says in such a soft tone.
I rub my hand over my face in pure embarrassment, pinching the bridge of my nose. He speaks up again.
"Did you maybe, wanna go to a party with me tonight?"
"What?" I ask.
"Miche is throwing a work party for the office, so there won't be too much alcohol. I'm sure Hanji is going to be there, and I wanted to be with you." He explains.
I feel my heart warm at the last sentence, and I try not to fold. I already told Hanji I wasn't going, which means I'm not going.
"Of course. I'd love to come." I say. He lets out a sigh of relief and I can practically hear him smiling.
"Alright. I'll come pick you up at 8, yeah?" He proposes. I accept his offer and he hangs up. I fall back and slump against my couch, letting out an exasperated sigh. Why can't I just say no to him? I blink slowly, then force myself to get up and go get ready.
-~
I walk in and huff as I'm immediately greeted with Hanji's beaming smile.
"Oh I knew you would show up to see me!!" She exclaims, wrapping their arms around me. I push him off and shake my head.
"Actually, I came here for someone else." I say.
"Ooh? A boyfriend?" Moblit teases lightheartedly, pinching my cheek.
"He's just a friend." I say, blush creeping onto my face as I smack Moblit's hand away.
"Just a friend? Is that really all I am, Levi?" I hear as a strong arm wraps around me. I turn my head immediately and my jaw drops at the sight of him. He's so fucking hot, oh my god. He smirks down at me and winks. I open my mouth and close it again, at a loss for words. Hanji giggles and I hear Moblit as he smacks his hand over his mouth.
"Oh my god Levi, you're banging our boss?" Hanji whisper-yells. I turn pale as my gaze shifts from, apparently, my man, to Hanji.
"What?"
