Chapter 166: The Intervention
7 Eastbourne RD.
Marco looked at the blonde psychologist sitting on the sofa, "So, Sam and you..." he started, wearing a goofy smile on his face. He waited optimistically for his best friend to ’spill the beans.’, to tell him that he and Sam are officially dating, not like the act they presented to the media. But actually genuinely dating.
"..are dating." the bearded man finished, but Levi answered at the same time and said,
"Yes, having sex."
The two exchanged surprised looks all of a sudden.
What? Marco wondered if he heard correctly.
While Levi frowned, of course, that would be the initial assumption causing him to sigh. He knew if it were the case, Marco would be the first to congratulate them; he was, after all, their number one ’shipper.’ But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, yet.
"Pardon?" the bearded man asked, furrowing his brows confused.
Levi looked straight to his eyes, "Yes, sex." he answered, then casually took a sip of his earl grey tea. Of course, he wanted more, but he’s still currently working on that. However, he’d have to admit, as he looked back to the past months together with the redhead. Their current situation wasn’t bad; however, it wasn’t good-good either.
Ages ago, he would have considered himself someone who didn’t give a damn about labels like most people wanted. He’d dated a couple of women in his life; one of them was for an experiment, the other... Well, puberty. And not once did he have a strong desire to define it. But being in his current situation, he realized that if labels helped ascertain that she was his, and his alone. He bloody wants one.