The love of a man

Morning after

I open my eyes and squint over at the clock. It's almost 1:30 in the afternoon. I drape my arm over my eyes and sigh. Did last night really happen or was that a dream? I can't tell, my head is so groggy and aches from a hangover. I feel the sheets shuffle around to the left  and look over at the form of a body lying next to me. I gently pull the huge comforter away from the sleeping face of Levi. A tiny smile breaks across my face and I can feel this happiness well up in my stomach. It's a weird feeling. I stare at his sleeping figure for a minute before realizing that I'm still fully clothed and that my bottom lip is kind of sore. I touch it and try to remember why but nothing comes into mind. I slowly get out of bed, I still have my converse on, weird. It makes me think that we probably didn't have sex. At least not me anyway. I could've done something for Levi and not remember. I look at the closed door and see his leather jacket hanging on my coat hooks. I'm tempted to pull the covers back to see if he's dressed or not. I decide against it and make my way out of the room quietly and into the kitchen. I put on some coffee and start making eggs and toast for brunch. After I get everything done I set the plates on the table and make my way back upstairs to wake Levi. I open the door and take a deep breath. I walk over to the still sleeping Levi and gently grab the comforter, preparing myself for an eyeful of nudity. I slowly pull the covers away and let my eyes trail down his body. Surprisingly, he's fully dressed as well. He's wearing everything he had come over with except his shoes and his jacket. I looked around the room In Search of his shoes when I feel the covers get yanked out of my hand. I catch my balance and watch him bury himself under the plethora of fabric. "Levi it's almost 2:00 in the afternoon. You have to get up, I made food and stuff..." I let my sentence trail, seeing no response from him. I've never really been good with morning after confrontations so I don't know if I should be overly nice or just act like nothing happened. Then again, I'm not really sure what happened. I sigh and go around to my side of the bed and sit down. I manage to pry the blanket away from his face and his silver eyes bore into mine. I get a weird feeling in my stomach and the impulse to touch his face, but I don't. I've never felt this way, I have no clue what's come over me. He continues to glare at me and I look away nervously " what happens now?" I ask, staring at the floor and away from him. I feel his hand wrap around my wrist and he yanks me down to him, his voice full of sleep "Eren,  do you remember anything from last night?" He asks, as of something is bothering him.
I look at him In horror. What did I do? What did I say? Oh shit, I do stupid crap when I'm drunk I never should have done this. I begin to panic and look around for a way to get out of this. "Eren, look at me" Levi demands, propping himself up, his grip still on my wrist. I make eye contact with him and plead for mercy with my eyes. I think he can see the fear in me because he lets go of my wrist and lifts his hand up like he is about to touch my face and then drops it. "W-what did I do?" I manage to stutter out. He sighs and looks around the room. " you told me about your sister and why you're always so organized. You also told me about armin." He says nonchalantly. I stare at him with wide eyes and squeak out "oh my god Levi, I'm sorry" I drop my head and grit my teeth, trying not to cry. I hate myself for doing this. I really like this guy and I had to go fuck it up by telling him about my crazy ass family and depressing fucked up past. At least I didn't tell him about my mother and father and the basement. That would probably be too much to handle. I feel his hand slide up my back and his body scoot closer to me  " Eren, it's okay. My history might be just as fucked up as yours, I can handle what you have to say. " I look up at him, knowing my eyes are bloodshot, and try not to stare in disbelief. He goes on "I'm not a very affectionate person, and I'm very cold hearted and unforgiving towards people, but the first time I saw you in the park and when I ran past you and we touched, I've had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I'm honestly scared to death to lose. I'm not good with words and I'm not sure how to love, but if that's what I'm feeling, especially if it's for you, I don't want it to go away. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm in love with you but it's something and I don't want to lose it, so please, don't be afraid that you're too much for me, because you're not." He keeps eye contact with me, I cannot believe I just heard that right. I couldn't have. We've know each other for maybe a bit over a week and our affection is this strong? What even is this. I'm in shock, and I don't really feel like I can move until the shrill screech of the fire alarm goes off.