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I raise a hand to block the sun, squinting like I woke up somewhere I definitely didn't mean to end up. When I look around, I realise I'm on the couch, it's morning, I can't move my leg and my brain's fuzzy.
I look down and there Lev is, well, his head. Lev's head is on my lap, dead asklep and he's settled there as if that's where he's meant to be. Bout to start charging for every second.
He looks peaceful as hell too. On a normal day, he gives I don't sleep much and i dont need it energy, but right now nooo. Hell, he even looks innocent, which is wild considering who he is. I watch his face a little longer than necessary.
It's unfairly perfect, like God couldn't decide between model, good-looking, or devilishly handsome, said fuck it and went with all three. He has thickish eyebrows that are annoyingly neat with a faint scar near the left one. He's got some camel typa lashes and freckles that are scattered carelessly across his nose and cheek area making him appear soft. Very "awww" vibe.
My fingers twitch to touch but I don't, I've got self-respect... Ish. My eyes drop to his lips, big mistake. They fit his face too well. My hand lifts a few centimetres before my brain finally catches up and tells me to calm the hell down. Right on cue, he stirs.
His brow creases as his eyes open, unfocused then sharp once they land on me. He blinks and sits up like he didn't just use me as a pillow. He owes me a like a thousand bucks now.
"Morning," he mutters, voice rough. "You alright?" he asks running a hand through his hair. I nod, but I'm not looking at his face anymore. My eyes are lower. His torso. He's shirtless.
"Your shirt?" I blurt. He glances down like this is new information, grabs it from the corner of the couch and still doesn't put it on. His tattoos are scattered everywhere. I've counted them before when he used to walk around shirtless at his parents' house but I always lost track or got too focused, like rn.
"Done?" he asks flatly, gesturing to himself.
"Yeah," I lie. Boldly.
"I'm leaving soon," he adds. "Work." dang. Why am I even awake? Oh yh im a nanny. He watches me for a few seconds like he's deciding something, then stands and pulls me up with him. Before I can flop back down, one hand rests on my back steadying me, solid and warm. Bro must be forgetting he's engaged.
"Get your day started," he says and I shoo him half-heartedly.
"I'm tired," I complain. He lets out a quiet sound that is not quite a laugh, but close enough that my delusional ass holds onto it.
"Did you just-" I grin and poke his cheek. "You laughed."
"No."
"You did. Youre adorable." He does a lil stank face and walks away not without letting his eyes linger a second longer than necessary. Congratulations to me. I just became a potential homewrecker. I can tick that off my bucket list now.
