The Intern

Chapter 21

"I think you're developing an unhealthy obsession with that phone of yours."

My finger stilled on the screen when it reached the end of the missed calls list. The only other unknown caller on there belonged to Levi, and he had since given me the numbers to both his cell and work phones. Mikasa hadn't called me since the day I yelled at her and practically destroyed my phone, and I was beginning to worry she was never going to. I hadn't ignored a single call since then, but she was never on the other end. I was starting to lose hope that I would ever hear her voice again. It was possible that I had pushed her too far when she was trying to reach out to me. Looking back on it now, I had been more than just harsh; I had been completely hostile and unwilling to listen. I had pushed her away.

"She hasn't called me back," I muttered the words he was already expecting to hear, and turned off the screen. There was no point in staring at it like it would suddenly light up if I paid enough attention.

Levi made a soft noise and I glanced down at him. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was sprawled out across the width of it. He had his arms wrapped loosely around my hips and his head was resting comfortably against his shoulder as he stared up at me. His hair was a tousled mess and his eyes were the relaxed blue I had come to appreciate after I had managed to truly exhaust him. It still amazed me how comfortable we had become in the few short weeks after I had cornered him in the elevator. That wasn't to say that our relationship wasn't a constant struggle to maintain, but I knew he was taking great strains to open up to me in ways outside of the physical aspect.

"She didn't call for three months before that." Levi trailed a lazy finger down the length of my arm and paused to take the phone from my hands, setting it on the nightstand. "It's possible she can't call that often. Give her some time before you start hitting the panic button."

I didn't bother to point out that I had been panicking about her whereabouts since the second she went out that window. Of course, there had been a brief point in which the stress of everything else had put her to the back of my mind, but now that I had reached a semi-comfortable state with Levi everything seemed to be surfacing again. She had once more become a constant worry for me, and I knew I had no hope of escaping the nagging feeling residing in the back of my mind.

"What if she never calls?"

"Don't waste your time thinking about 'what ifs.' They'll drive you insane. The future's not something any of us can predict. The most you can do is make the choices you think you won't regret later. When she calls... hey, look at me, kid." Levi paused until I met his eyes, and his steel blue gaze held me in place when I did. "When she calls, and she will, you apologize your fucking ass off, you understand? Let her talk, even if you don't like what she says. Give her the chance to explain."
"She wants me to leave," I frowned, glancing over at my phone. It had set me off the first time she mentioned that. How would I react now that I had so much to stay for? Could I really just pack up and leave everything behind?

"Then it looks like you'll have a choice to make." Levi pressed his lips to the side of my waist and then released me, rolling out of bed and standing. He swayed slightly in place and paused to fix me with a glare. "You can be fucking rough when you want to be, you know that?"

"You said you wanted to make up for tonight," I said with a sheepish grin. Although it'd taken some trial and error, I had definitely started to improve in the bedroom. It had become my new personal goal to do everything possible to make Levi scream, and this afternoon had been satisfying to say the least. I could still hear the strained sounds of him echoing in my ears as he came down from the brink of ecstasy. I was pretty sure I wouldn't get the images out of my head for the rest of the night, which was going to make the separation even more difficult.