There's a little picture of what I picture as Levi. Very tall, very broad shoulders, but his eyes are greener to me:) If you don't picture him like this, then that's totally fine- it's just how I interpret him X -If you're reading up to this stage and haven't got bored yet, then I LOVE YOU! BYE! x
Chapter 12
"Okay, I've got a good one." It was odd, how comfortable I felt sitting on a counter stool in Levi's home. His back was to me as he made the french coffee, humming in time with the radio. No, not comfortable... Right. It just felt right.
Levi glanced back over his shoulder while he worked. He'd lost the suit jacket, and was now wearing his tight fitting shirt which clung to his back muscles, exposing the grooves and the unweilding steel strength he had there. I couldn't pull my eyes away.
He ran a hand through his hair, making the wavy tips stand on end in places. "Should I be worried?"
I leaned my elbows onto the table. "Of course not. If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would it be?" We were literally putting the pointless questions game to the test. In means of getting to know a bit more about Levi Remington, by not forthright asking him, I suggested we played this; the pointless questions game. It was pretty self explanatory.
But with it, I could figure out a little more about him. Not a lot, because, obviously you can't figure that much out about a person from their favourite animal.
"Okay," He began, "Excuse my french, sweetheart." He winked, letting me know that I wouldn't in fact have to excuse it. I knew it would be immaculate. "Sole Meuniére. Best food you will ever try."
It would be an understatement to say I loved when Levi talked french. I could listen, on replay, his voice for the rest of my life and never once get bored. "Really?" I asked. I had never heard of it. "What is it?"
"It's a type of fish that's cooked in a certain way- dreged in milk and flour, fried in butter and served with brown buttersauce and lemon. You have not lived until you have eaten Sole Meuniére."
"Well, I must try this Sole Meuniére," I purposely pronounced it wrong, hoping that, by so, he would repeat it. "If it is so great."
Levi grinned, moving towards me. "Sole Meuniére." He pronounced it Sol-Mun-yer but... better.
I repeated it again, mispronouncing the last word. Levi was grinning as he leaned against the counter across from me. His face was mere inches from mine.
He lifted his hand and placed it on my chin. So light, like a feather touch, I felt myself shiver underneath it. "Sole Meuniére" He repeated again, slowly. Then he reached up and touched his thumb to my bottom lip, "Like this," He said, so that my mouth was positioned correctly to say the word.
But I'd lost the sanity to speak. I just watched him watch my mouth for the words that were evidently not coming. His expression suddenly sobered out, and his green eyes, so alive and alert, focused on mine.
His breathe sucked in as he looked between me and my lips. Was he going to kiss me? Oh god, I thought. Not because I didn't want to, but because for some reason, I really wanted to.
No, I didn't. It was just the smell of coffee in the air, so rich and pure that it was making my head buzz with happiness. And the radio, the soft song that was too quiet to dipict, but filled the silent room with warmth. It wasn't Levi. It couldn't be Levi. I wouldn't let it.
"Your inspiration." I said quickly, turning my head from Levi's. I felt my heavy heart sink just that fraction, but it was enough. "Who's your inspiration?" It was the first thing that I thought of, but it was a diversion, and I was in desperate need of one.
