After insisting that I took my own car, so that he wouldn't have to take me home tonight, I pulled up to his apartment behind him, turning off my engine and waiting to see what I should do next.
Before I even saw him leave his car, Levi was in the seat beside me. "Wow." I said. "Wow." A one story, completely modern building, the front covered in glass windows to expose a warm honey coloured front room and a joint kitchen. There would have been a lack of privacy if it wasn't for the, at least, 100 yards each way of land surrounding that only had one other property on it- that I'd seen. We'd driven through town, out of the city into Georgetown, the clearly rich part of Georgetown.
Staring at it now, the contemporary look of it, from the wooden exterior, to the glass coating 50% of the building, made me feel very cheap. Almost shameful, really, knowing that Levi had seen my apartment- or what there was of it- and he had returned to a place like this. A place you'd see in a magazine.
"This is it." I looked over at Levi, noticing now his fixed, steady gaze and the hands tightly clenched into balls. Was he mad at something? Did I do something wrong? "It's... urm..."
"Amazing." I filled in. "Beautiful."
"Hm." Levi pushed out of the door then before I could say anything else. "Stay there." He pointed at me, before shutting the door. Ignoring his command, I began opening my door, when he appeared beside it, doing it for me.
I laughed, shaking my head. "I can open the door for myself."
He pointed to his chest. "Gentleman, remember?" And then he winked. And I swear, that wink could literally stop time.
We began walking towards the apartment, across the long drive. "I think you've misconstrued the idea of Gentleman." Honestly, he hadn't. But I felt the urge to tease him about something, lift the seemingly anxious look from his eyes, the weight that was apparently leaning on his shoulders.
"misconstrued? Someone's pulling out the SAT words."
"Shut up," I flicked the side of his ear.
But as I began to pull away, he grabbed it. His hand was twice the size of mine, completely covering it, the warmth emitting from his hand sending goosebumps to my arm. He lifted my hand, and for a moment, I just watched as his full lips pressed lightly onto my palm.
It was like I was strapped into a safe jacket of my own skin, needing to get out, fighting against it with my arms jerking inside of myself. But I just stood their, frozen as he lowered my hand back to his side, his eyes on me the whole time. But he didn't let go then.
He held onto me as he walked me up the stairs of his apartment, his light fingers twisted into mine. The straight jacket twisted off, giving me the power to fight back properly, but I stopped fighting a while ago, and I didn't want to fight against this.
