You lean in, keeping your voice low. “We could go back to my place. Talk… while you’re still awake.”
Levi chuckles. “Yeah, why not. Beats sitting in that café until my next call.”
The rain outside has eased into a mist, streetlights making halos on the wet pavement. You walk side by side, his uniform jacket hanging open. He drains the last of his coffee on the way, tossing the empty cup into a bin.
“Strong stuff tonight,” he says with a grin. “Feels like my blood’s buzzing.”
You just smile. “Guess they brewed it extra fresh.”
It’s a short walk to your building, but enough time for you to notice small things. The way he keeps shifting his shoulders like his shirt’s a little tighter. How his steps seem heavier, more deliberate. His breathing deeper, steadier.
At your door, he brushes past you into the studio, giving the place a quick once-over. “Cozy,” he says, smirking. He drops his jacket on the chair, rolling his neck like he’s loosening up before a workout.
“Man, it’s warm in here,” he adds, pulling at his collar. There’s a faint sheen on his skin now, a line of heat along his neck. His forearms flex as he moves, veins standing out just a bit more than when you sat down in the café.
He doesn’t seem to notice.
“So…” he says, leaning on the counter, eyes on you. “What exactly did you want to talk about?”
You can feel the air between you getting heavier, like the room’s closing in just a little. He takes a step closer, still unaware that the real reason his pulse is racing isn’t just caffeine.
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