IVA
I slowed to a stop outside Lev’s suite, and my hand hovered just inches from the door. With a sharp hitch in my throat, I forced myself to breathe in, bracing against the rush of panic running along my ribs. I was here because even though I kept telling myself not to, I couldn’t stay away. But suddenly, a raw, suffocating fear wouldn't let me enter.
It reminded me that only hours before, I’d pushed Lev away, knowing it was safer, knowing that staying apart would protect us both.
What was I doing?
A battle broke out inside me again. One part of me screamed the truth that I wanted to see him--that I needed to. That was the reason I ran here the second I could.
But the other part--the sober part whispered that I shouldn’t be here, that stepping through that door meant breaking my
