[Please, for the sake of mine and yours, don't get caught.]
The ominous warning sent a shiver up his spine.
He checked his watch again.
11:56 PM.
He let out several sighs, trying to compose himself.
Selene walked back to him, with glassy eyes, steps slightly different from her usual stiffness, a smile on her face that wouldn't go away.
It was clear.
Selene Foster was finally drunk.
She lazily closed the distance between her and Levi, resting on his arm with little to no grace.
Up close he finally confirmed it, from the faint red in her complexion and her breath when she breathed on him.
Levi smirked mischievously, it's not everyday you find your trainer and the most in control person you know completely out of it.
He tensed his arm— trying to balance her weight.
Selene spoke, stuttering almost every word.
"You- you know Levi, I really like you."
'She's really drunk.'
Levi couldn't hold his laugh anymore.
"What are you talking about?"
