REVA
Levi's eyes shifted as the question left my mouth, and right on cue, the voice from earlier screamed inside my head, asking. “What do you think you're doing? Of course, you're just pretending. A man like Levi Price would never go for someone like you."
My chest clenched, as if the cold had finally made its way beneath my layers, while Levi's lips parted in response.
I cut him off.
“I mean—pretending we're not hurt," I blurted out, forcing a laugh that sounded too sharp even to my ears. “So we don't look uncool after wiping out like that."
It made no sense, but I didn't know what else to say, and Levi laughed, so it worked. “Well," he admitted, shifting beneath me, “my back hurts a little. That was not graceful."
Rolling off him, I quickly sat up, my boots scraping against the
