Running to where he stands, facing away from us as he searches the TV, she hugs his leg. And as I watch the two embrace, I totally forget who her brother is to me and find the perfect opportunity to take a picture.
With both of their heads turned away from me, the TV lights up with the iconic castle, and I snap this magical moment.
Looking down at the cuteness overload on my screen, I feel something warm consume my chest. This is the sweetest picture I’ve ever taken even though I wish it were anyone else other than Levi.
“Should I be worried you’re plotting something?” Levi says once his sister is zoned in on the movie.
I didn’t even notice it had started yet. Looking up at him, I show him the picture.
“Do you mind if I post this on my story? You can’t see her face, and it’s perfect for our fucked up relationship.” I say the last word with a fake pleased smile on my face.
I swear his eyes soften as he tears his gaze away from the picture to me.
“Knock yourself out.”
Nodding, I rip my eyes from his own even though it takes everything in me to do so for some reason. There’s something about him when he looks at you. His eyes … they’re so captivating. It’s like I can’t look away even if I want to.
I can feel his heated eyes on my body the entire time I’m posting the picture to my Instagram story.
“I’ve been thinking,” I whisper nervously as I watch him set up my phone for our live video.
“Oh no, that’s never good,” he muses with a small smile.
“Ha-ha.” I squint at him. “I think we should call a truce on the deep-hate thing—at least until our agreement is over.”
“Oh, really now?” He raises a brow while looking up at me.
I nod, biting my lip. “I think it’s better if we act like adults while doing this since spending lots of time with each other is basically our future.”
I hate bickering. Being mean is something I’ve never resorted to, even as a kid. And all this fighting we’ve been doing is draining the remaining energy from my body.
“You want us to be friends?”
“Civil,” I correct, shrugging my shoulders at his emotionless face.
He walks around to sit beside me, and his body heat makes shivers break out on my skin.
He flashes me a mischievous grin. “Sure, Drakos. We’ll be civil.”
“Okay?” I say as more of a question.
Does he really mean that?
“I understand you’ve grown to like me. Don’t worry; I’m used to it.”
There it is.
I gawk at his smug face. “I just want these intrusive thoughts of suffocating you to go away.” I wave him off, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess I can’t say anything smart back because we’re now civil?”
Turning, I squeeze his muscular shoulder. “No, I’m still going to playfully tease you, but no more arguing about who’s better.”
“All right, only until this agreement is done,” he points out.
“Only until our agreement is done,” I repeat, putting a hand to my heart to seal our deal.
Why does it feel like I’m selling my soul to the Devil?
