IVA
Lev's hands rose to cup my face as we pulled back from the hug, his thumbs brushing my damp cheeks before his voice dropped to a whisper that nearly undid me all over again.
"Tell me about him?” he pleaded, and I nodded, reaching into my pocket to retrieve my phone. We sat on the bed, but I paused to look at his face, which was still red, before opening the gallery, wondering if his body was heating up.
"Do you need your meds?" I asked quietly, and he attempted a slight smile. “I'm okay.”
A sad smile tugged on my lips, soft and fragile, and he slipped his arm around me, drawing me against him as I began scrolling through my photos and videos to Akari's album.
“He loves bananas," I said, letting out a small laugh as I handed Lev my phone. The screen lit up with a picture of Akari,
