REVA
Levi’s smile grew wider as he nodded. “Okay.”
I turned to leave, but something stopped me. I had been too preoccupied with my downward spiral that I hadn’t taken a moment to acknowledge what he had done. Turning to face him again, I spoke quietly.
“Thank you.” My eyes met his once more. “For saving my life.”
His smile disappeared at my words, replaced by something more solemn. “You’re welcome,” he said after a beat. “I’m just glad I was there on time.”
His words settled heavily in the room, and for a moment, I wanted to ask him how he had managed to be there at the right moment.
But for some reason, the words refused to come. Somehow, asking the question felt like it would force me to relive the moment when I chose to waste my life over a butthole who would likely have laughed
