Chapter Eight - Soft

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It's nine, and I decide to go to bed. My day had been so long.

I brush my hair in the mirror and get a toothbrush out of my backpack. I always kept one, since I brushed my teeth at school after lunch.

Once I'm finished brushing my teeth, I open the door to Levi standing in the door frame.

"Estelle." He says.

"Yes?"

He cups my face in his hands again like he had earlier, this time softer, but way more unexpected.

"L-Levi.." I stutter.

"Every time I touch you," he begins, "your face begins to fume crimson."

His hand brushes down the side of my face. "Do you enjoy this?" He asks.

I don't know what to say, or think. I'm not exactly finding it unpleasant, but I haven't been thinking of it as pleasurable. It wasn't as if he was thinking of doing this romantically. Wait, is he? Am I hoping he is?

He presses his forehead against mine, and smirks. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Estelle."

"G-goodnight."

With that, we head separate ways, and I try to get comfortable in the blankets he brought me a little bit before.

What does this all mean? Ever since that day at school he's been around me. And I'm not upset at his company, just a little taken aback. It'd be easier if he wasn't such an introvert. I just want to know what he's making of this before I decide what I think of it myself.

I'm too exhausted to think about it, and drift into a not-so-peaceful sleep.

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I have awoken, most likely from tossing and turning all night.

Realizing how thirsty I am, I head to the kitchen to get some water. Once I have my glass filled, I quickly drink it down and feel myself relax.

Suddenly, a scream comes from Levi's room. I jump and start making my way to the hallway, bringing a lit candle with me.

"L-Levi?" I whisper.

From what I make of the light, he's sleeping, but tossing in his bed, panting.

He must be having a nightmare.

I tip-toe into his room and stand at the side of his bed. I bend down a bit to observe his face, his features etched into an expression that makes me worried.

"Shh, Levi," I coo, running my hands through his hair. "It's okay, I'm here."

His forehead is overrun with sweat. I walk back out to the kitchen and quickly get water for him, in case he awakes.

"Estelle," he whispers, exhaustion in his voice.

"Yes?" I place the glass onto his nightstand.

"Spend the.. night here."

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