I look up and see Levi rubbing his eyes and focusing on what Jake says on the other end of the line.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, I grab my phone, which is on my bedside table. It displays in big, bold numbers and letters:9:00 P.M.This means I took a two-hour nap, and I probably won’t be sleeping again until very late tonight.
“I’m sorry, I took a nap and forgot to set an alarm. I’ll make it up to you guys later.” Levi runs a hand through his hair. His nervous tell.
Jake’s voice is loud in the silent room. “Are you okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” He looks at me and smiles slightly. I do the same.
Even though I almost shit my pants when I saw him in the music room, if it wasn’t for him being there, things could’ve been a lot worse than they turned out to be.
Levi sits up. “Can I text you later?” After another goodbye, he hangs up. “How are you feeling?” He looks at my face, observing it like he did earlier.
Over the past couple of months, whenever someone asks me that question, I take a moment to feel how my body is doing so that I can give an honest answer. So, I do just that.
I feel well-rested and overall better, although I’m very thirsty. As I’m about to respond, my stomach growls loudly.
He laughs, brushing a hair off my face. “I guess that answers that question.”
As the tips of his fingers touch my cheek, goose bumps spread, catching me off guard. Levi doesn’t notice and instead pulls away and yawns again.
I’m suddenly self-conscious about how crappy I probably look. I’m not sure why. Levi has seen me every which way…almost every which way.
“I’m feeling either pizza or Chinese. What about you?” He stands and stretches his arms out.
Tilting my head, dumbfounded, I ask, “Are we going to ignore the fact that you slept right next to me?”
His left brow rises, and his dark blue eyes feel as if they’re looking straight through me.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I shift until my legs are under me. He might not understand that he’s only the second man I’ve had in my bed, even if it was to sleep. Sleeping, even without sex, is something I find very intimate, but he had good intentions and was a perfect gentleman.
“Thank you, Levi.”
He shrugs. “Don’t mention it.”
“Pizza,” I blurt out.
Now both his eyebrows shoot up.
“On me,” I complete my thought.
He shakes his head and chuckles. “Pepperoni?”
I nod. Who doesn’t love pepperoni? Vegans and vegetarians are sure missing out.
“And mushrooms!” I say loudly before he dials the number.
Peering over his shoulder, he contemplates it before shrugging. “Fuck it. I’ll give mushrooms on pizza a shot.”
That makes me smile.
We take turns in the shower and put on our PJs, cueing upGilmore Girlsuntil the pizza arrives.
An extra-large pizza later, we’re two episodes in, and I’m still not tired. I thought the pizza would’ve helped with that, but if anything, it gave me more energy.
When the show pauses, Emily is giving Lorelai another one of her famous lectures.
