Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

"Thank you, Samuel… for being here," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with a depth that lingered between us. Her eyes held mine for a long moment, and before I could even react, she leaned in, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was sudden, passionate, and filled with a quite hunger.

The warmth of her kiss ignited something within us both, a spark that had been waiting to catch fire for so long. Her hands moved to my shoulders, pulling me closer as she deepened the kiss, forgetting everything around us.

There was a longing, a quiet yearning in the way she held me, as if making up for lost time. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her breathing growing faster as she pressed herself against me.

Just as the kiss reached its peak, a loud knock echoed through the house, jolting us both back to reality. We froze, our lips connected till now were suddenly apart, our breathing uneven. Esther's eyes widened, and a look of frustration flashed across her face.

The knock came again, louder this time, followed by the muffled voice of a delivery guy outside. "Package for Samuel!"

Esther let out an irritated sigh, pulling back, though she didn't quite let go of my shoulders. She closed her eyes, clearly trying to compose herself, but I could see the annoyance and unsatisfied frustration etched on her face. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

She shook her head, muttering under her breath, "Of all the times…"

I couldn't help but chuckle softly, my own heart still pounding. "Seems like the universe has other plans," I said, giving her a small smile as I gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

She sighed again, a mixture of irritation and reluctant amusement crossing her face. "This… this was just bad timing," she murmured, her gaze drifting back to my lips for a moment before she looked away, still blushing. "I… I wasn't ready for that to end."

I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll get back to it," I promised with a wink, making her smile despite herself.

She shook her head, her smile turning playful but with a hint of lingering frustration. "You'd better," she replied, narrowing her eyes at me. "Because I'm not done with you."

As I went to answer the door, I could still feel her gaze on me, and I knew this was far from over. The moment had only been interrupted, but we both felt the pull, the anticipation lingering in the air between us.

(Esther's POV)

As soon as Samuel stepped away to answer the door, I took a deep, shaky breath, finally feeling the full weight of what had just happened. My heart was still racing, my skin tingling where his hands had held me, his warmth lingering even now.

I brought a hand to my lips, feeling their wetness—a reminder of the kiss we'd just shared.

A rush of thoughts flooded my mind, and for a moment, a hint of shock rose within me. But almost as quickly as it came, I brushed it away.

I wasn't going to dwell on it… not in a guilty way, at least. I let myself smile, feeling the corners of my mouth curve up as I thought, Well, that was… refreshing.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my mind from wandering back to the kiss, but it was impossible. Every little detail replayed in my head—the way he'd looked at me, the way his hands had pulled me close, the intensity that surged between us. And I couldn't help it—I liked it, more than I'd even thought possible.

I mean, come on, I reasoned with myself, 'I'm a woman, and I have my own needs.' My thoughts became my quiet justification, a soft, reassuring murmur in my mind. And really, who better than Samuel? Why should I let someone else take him away from me?

I scoffed a little, a small smile forming as I convinced myself there was nothing to feel guilty about. Better to keep him close, where I know he's safe.

Even as I told myself that, though, I knew it was just an excuse, flimsy at best. My mind knew it, but my heart was saying something else entirely. I didn't want to overthink it. I didn't want to let doubt cloud what I'd just felt.

That kiss had been… Well, there were no words. It was like a release, a moment I'd wanted for so long without ever fully admitting it to myself.

I knew we might have kissed, especially since we'd had wild sex just the other night. But back then, I'd been heavily drunk, and while it happened, it didn't mean much to me at the time as I didn't feel much. But now, doing this while sober… it felt different. It was honestly kind of refreshing.

I sighed, pressing my hands to my cheeks, trying to calm down. My eyes drifted to the spot where Samuel had been just moments ago. Maybe it was for the best the delivery guy interrupted, I thought, though a hint of frustration lingered in my mind. If we'd gone any further…

But even with that thought, a flicker of desire tugged at me, an ache to feel his warmth again, to feel his lips on mine, his touch as gentle as it was firm.

I shook my head, laughing softly to myself. No, this is good… We both needed that. A chance to see what we are, what we could be.

But despite my best efforts to push it aside, the craving lingered, and the memory of that kiss wouldn't leave me alone. I pressed my fingers to my lips again, feeling the remnants of his warmth, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

After a few moments of sitting with my thoughts, I decided that a cold shower was exactly what I needed to clear my head. Stepping under the shower, I let the cool water wash over me, soothing the lingering warmth that Samuel had left behind.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the water, trying to push away the feel of his hands on me, the way his lips had moved against mine.

But it was nearly impossible. My mind kept drifting back to him. Every time I tried to think of something else, a flash of the kiss, his face so close to mine, his hands pulling me in, would slip back into my thoughts. I shook my head, forcing myself to concentrate. "Enough, Esther," I told myself, "Get a grip girl."

Once I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, took a deep breath, and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were still a little flushed, my lips slightly swollen—a constant reminder of the kiss.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't help but laugh softly at myself. "It was just a kiss," I told myself, but I knew that was a lie. It had been so much more than that, and we both knew it.

Feeling a bit more composed, I dried off, got dressed, and ran my fingers through my damp hair. I felt ready to move past the moment, or at least try to.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, the warm, inviting smell of breakfast wafted down the hallway, and my stomach gave a little growl, reminding me that I was hungrier than I'd realized.

I followed the scent into the kitchen, where Samuel was at the stove, finishing up what looked like a homemade breakfast. He glanced over his shoulder as I entered, a small, almost shy smile on his face.

"Breakfast is ready," he said, his voice warm and gentle.

The sight of him there, going out of his way to make breakfast, made my heart skip a beat. It was such a simple gesture but felt deeply thoughtful. "I'm really hungry," I replied, trying to sound casual, though I could feel my cheeks warming again.

He placed a plate in front of me—a perfect serving of toast, sautéed vegetables, and fresh fruit. I couldn't help but smile, touched by the effort he'd put in. "You didn't have to do all this," I said, glancing up at him.

Samuel shrugged, looking a little bashful. "Figured it might be nice. Besides," he added, his eyes meeting mine, "thought you might need something to start the day off right."

A flutter rose in my chest at his words. These were the kinds of things he did almost every day, small, thoughtful gestures that spoke of who he was.

He'd made me breakfast before, poured me coffee, and laughed off my protests when he'd insist on handling things himself. I'd always appreciated it, but now I noticed something deeper in his gestures.

Today, the sight of him standing at the stove, carefully plating food, made my heart flutter in a way that felt both thrilling and unfamiliar.

I picked up my fork and took a bite, savoring the taste, and couldn't stop the warmth that bloomed within me. "It's delicious," I said, giving him a grateful smile.

He sat across from me, sipping his coffee and watching me eat, his expression soft and attentive. There was a quiet comfort between us that settled over the room, as if we'd done this a hundred times before.

Every time his gaze flickered to me, lingering for a second longer than usual, a spark of excitement pulsed through me. I realized that just having him here, close, sharing this quiet morning… it made me feel special and loved, something I'd been avoiding for too long.

He looked down at his coffee cup, swirling it in thought before looking back up, catching me watching him. He gave a small, knowing smile, and I felt my cheeks warm. Had he always been so handsome, so gentle in the way he cared for me?

I found myself wondering why it was only now that I noticed these things about him, like the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, how he looked after me and treated me as if I'm the most precious person on earth.

Or how his fingers brushed mine whenever he set something in front of me. It was these little things, things I might have overlooked in the past, that now made my heart race.

The memory of our kiss hovered between us like an unspoken promise, a thrilling spark that had only started to burn. I caught him looking at me a few times, his gaze holding an intensity I hadn't noticed before, as if he were searching for something.

There was a question in his eyes, one we both felt, though neither of us was quite ready to answer it.

After a while, he cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So… any plans for today?" he asked, attempting a casual tone, though I sensed a hint of the same anticipation I felt.

I smiled, setting my fork down, my heart fluttering as I looked at him. "Not much, but I think," I replied, meeting his gaze and letting my voice soften, "that today's going to be a good day."

And in that moment, I realized that just being around him, noticing these little things that once felt routine, made me feel alive in a way I hadn't in a long time.

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