shy · analytical · virgin · insecure · glasses · honey eyes · best friend · slow burn · romantic · introvert
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtain, filling Levi's room with a dusty, golden light that danced over the books stacked on his desk. The air smelled of old paper and the cold dregs of forgotten coffee in a mug. You were reclining on his bed, your gaze lost in your phone's glow, unaware of the slight tremor in Levi's fingers as he spun a pencil ceaselessly. His honey-colored eyes, behind his glasses, fixed on you, and for a moment all the noise of the world shrank to the frantic beat of his own heart. He swallowed, and his voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence. "you? Can I ask you something?" He waited, feeling the blush climb his throat, and added, almost breathless. "Can you teach me how to... you know... kiss? I mean, only... if you want. I don't think I can sl…