Ereri with "Are you flirting with me?” pretty please?
When Levi had bad weeks, nothing felt better than visiting
his local Bed, Bath & Beyond.
Something about the wall-to-wall candle display nestled next
to the cleaning supplies really set the mood for him.
Plus, this particular location blasted high-energy pop songs
that instantly lifted his mood. While Levi drew the line at dancing between
aisles, he was not opposed to singing along while he lugged cleaning supplies
into his shopping cart.
“I fly like paper, get high like planes,” Levi hummed
along, bending down for a blue bottle of Windex. “If you catch me at the border
I got visas in my name.”
When he felt sufficiently stocked, Levi ambled over to
glassware section. Crystal-stemmed champagne glasses and embossed beer steins
glittered underneath the bright lights.
“Pick up daddies at the playground, how I spend my daytime,”
Levi sung along while pondering the difference between stemless wine glasses
and ones forged in Tuscany.
“Drinking and cleaning, is that really a good idea?”
someone asked behind him, with a voice like burning wood.
Levi whirled to face reason number one why this
particular Bed, Bath & Beyond was his favorite. Messy brown hair framing
perfect, tanned skin and the brightest teeth Levi had ever seen. But it was
those green eyes that brought Levi back, reminding him of winding trails
through acres of tall pines.
“I like to clean,” Levi said defensively, trying to fight
the blush he felt creeping up the sides of his neck.
“I can see that,” Eren chirped, his eyes scanning over several
bottles of bleach lining Levi’s cart.
“And I like to unwind after with a glass of red wine,” Levi
turned back to the glasses, partly to avoid Eren’s stare and partly to stop
himself from devouring Eren with his own eyes. “Which one of these sells better?”
“The Tuscany wine glasses sell better,” Eren answered
honestly, and Levi was acutely aware of how close Eren was standing behind him.
“But personally,” he paused, reaching up to run his finger over the rim of the
stemless glass near Levi’s hand. “I like the stemless.”
Eren’s movement made his chest bump into Levi’s upper back,
but he didn’t pull away, just let his warmth press into Levi like it was the
most natural thing in the world.
“Are you even old enough to drink?” Levi swallowed, trying
to focus on the task at hand instead of the way he could smell Eren over his
shoulder, like fresh, damp soil and Maple wood.
“Is that an invitation?” Levi could hear the smile in Eren’s
voice against his ear.
“If you want to clean my place, I won’t stop you,” Levi
responded, caulking it up to the pop music blasting and the faint chill running
up his spine.
“If I do, will you sing for me?” Levi bit his lip, glad Eren couldn’t see his face, because he was definitely blushing now.
Eren still hadn’t moved back, instead moving his fingers to brush against the back of Levi’s hand resting on the shelf.
“Are you flirting with me?” Levi blurted out.
“My shift ends at 9,” Eren said, finally pulling away. Levi could still feel all the places where their bodies had touched.
“And?” Levi asked, grabbing a box of the stemless wine glasses from the shelf.
“And this is the fifth Friday night you’ve spent flirting with me at Bed, Bath & Beyond,” Eren said. “So if I bring a bottle of red and my favorite Swifter, can I come to your place?”
“Okay,” Levi said, trying not to make a big deal of it. But his hand shook as he wrote his address on a scrap of receipt paper and pushed it into Eren’s steady, perfect hands.