159 The Proposition II

"You are offering me sexual intercourse, are you not?" Sam asked patiently like she was speaking to a four-year-old wanting to cut papers with an electric saw.

"Very much so, but I'd rather have all of you." He said, eyes remained on hers. His sincerity made her cower within herself again; what he was saying was getting too real. The voice in her head saying he was just pranking her again was starting to shut up. 

The flash of dread in her green eyes Levi saw, and he took another step forward. "I'm not asking you to love me. I'm not even saying I love you," he said; he wasn't even sure if he loved her. What is love, after all? But he was sure he cared for her more than he ever cared for anyone, even himself. Most people would call that love. But he himself had not been entirely convinced yet, and he wouldn't dare say it if he wasn't sure of it. Especially to her who never forgets.