Levi straightened, reaching into his pocket. "But you really need to see this."
Athena's eyes followed his hand, curious, until they widened as he pulled out her phone.
"You forgot this at the party," Levi said, raising an eyebrow. "And honestly, I'm getting sick and tired of your boyfriend calling me every five minutes."
Athena froze. Oliver must have called. She felt a sudden rush of guilt. Fuck…she's such a bitch, she thought, her hands instinctively reaching for the phone.
She snatched it from him, her fingers tightening around it. She needed to call him before he books a flight back. He's probably worried sick."
Levi's smile widened, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he just leaned against her desk, watching her flustered state.
Athena didn't notice his teasing stare as she rushed out of the classroom, her mind already dialing Oliver's number.
