He kissed me softly and yet there was so much passion in it. Our heads moved in response to one another, and I felt like I was floating. When he pulled away I could tell he wanted to keep going. He held a serious expression as his eyes locked onto mine and all I could do was stare. His eyes were so dark at that moment I could only question how they looked insanely bright at other angles. "Are you seeing anyone else?" He asked with a tone that rattled my soul with need. I escaped the spell once I realized what he was asking me. "T-that's hardly a conversation we should be having on a second date!" I trembled, trying not to think about how many other women he had on his hook right now.
His expression held its ice as he responded. "I have to know." Jealousy created an aura around him and it seemed like it would explode if I said yes. His voice was so strong that I broke in half like a toothpick. "Um, I-, no. No, I'm not." His cold eyes softened and he raised a hand to my cheek. "Neither am I." My breath caught in my throat and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. "Don't lie to me. I know someone with a face like yours has every woman at his disposal." The seriousness in his eyes returned, but they erupted with fire instead of ice. "I haven't so much as thought of another woman since the moment I saw you." Butterflies filled my stomach for one sweet moment after hearing his words. It occurred to me that regardless of whether he slept over, he had spent every night with me this week.
Even so, he could still be seeing someone during the day when I had to work. Someone different every day who didn't know what he did for a living, if I had to guess. I couldn't trust that what he was saying was true, even though I wanted to with every fiber of my being. "Why?" I asked, hoping to catch him off guard and reveal his dishonesty. My plan failed and the question didn't even faze him as he answered. "Because you accept me. You don't treat me like a monster when I very well deserve it. When you meet someone like that, it becomes very hard to enjoy the presence of any other female." Why on earth did he talk like that? And why was it so enchanting?
A second ago I was being smart and not falling for an attractive guy's claim that I was the only girl he was dating. Now it was like I believed him. Something about the way he said it just screamed the truth and I couldn't deny it any longer. "You make me feel so special. Do you have any idea how damn annoying that is?" I asked as my hands shook with annoyance. Levy's smile returned and he leaned closer to me. "You are special. Do you have any idea how damn cute that is?" He then kissed me and I fell into his warmth. I grabbed at his collar and he slid his hand into the curve of my back.
After we had lunch, we continued our walk along the path. Not too long after, we walked by a taller hill which sparked another memory for me. I stopped to look at it and Levy did the same as he gripped my hand. "I used to roll down that hill until I got sick every time I was here." Levy looked at me, curiously. "Roll?" I turned to him, my eyebrows raised in surprise. "Didn't you ever do that as a kid? You know, lay on your side at the top of the hill and roll all the way down?" Levy hesitated. "No. I've never heard of such a thing. It sounds fun. I want to try it."
He began leading me off the path again toward the hill while I protested. "Hey, wait a minute! This is a dirty and dizzy activity, and the clothes you're wearing look vintage!" We reached the top of the grass hill and Levy sat down without a care for his fancy clothes at all. "Do I lay down like this?" I was so in shock I could barely answer. "Yes, but-" Before I could say another word, Levy went rolling down the hill. The sight of him sent a snort of laughter up the back of my throat and by the time he reached the bottom I couldn't stop giggling. It looked so unnatural for a scary man such as him to be doing something so innocent.
I found it adorable and quickly rolled down the hill after him. The spinning sensation was a lot harder to take as an adult than it was as a kid. Especially as an adult with anemia. Either way, it was just as disorienting and fun. I nearly ran into him as I reached the bottom and once we looked up at each other, we laughed and ran back up the hill. We continued to roll down the hill until I couldn't handle it anymore. Levy, miraculously, was unaffected by the extensive spinning and wanted to keep going. However, once he saw how dizzy I was, he took me to a park bench to recover.
We then got caught up in a conversation about what other childhood activities he missed out on and the number was surprisingly high. And yet, I couldn't get anything out of him on his childhood other than it was a dark time for him. Before I knew it, the sky had gone black and I realized that it had become nighttime without my noticing. I looked around us and the park was silent. There wasn't another person in sight. "Wow, it's dark already? What time is it?" I asked. Levy pulled out his phone from his trenchcoat pocket and the blue screen illuminated his face as he clicked the side button. "It's nine p.m." I was relieved that it wasn't midnight, but at the same time, I was surprised at how time flew by so quickly.
"We should probably get going before all the creeps begin to arrive," I said, half-jokingly. I stood up from the bench, but Levy stopped me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me back down onto his lap. I blushed as I felt his warm chest press against my back and shivered as his breath touched my ear. "Wait. I don't want this date to end," He said. I then remembered what I told myself this morning about how I needed to let him know I wasn't a whore and didn't appreciate that he saw our dates as 'attempts'. "It already has. Now let me go, please." There was a pause where all I could hear was the cold wind blowing through the trees.
"Did you not have a good time with me today?" He asked in a low voice. My blush reddened. "Of course, I had fun with you." He wrapped his strong arms warmly around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Then why do you want to go home?" I tried to stop my body from tensing, but he was touching so much of me that I couldn't. "I, I don't want you to get the wrong idea."