“Not interested?” Lev replied doubtfully, and Sasha rolled her eyes. “Are you really just going to repeat things I say all night?” “I might have to,” Lev retorted, “if they continue to be so hurtful.” “Why, are you interested?” She wondered what she wanted his answer to be. “No, I’m not,” Lev insisted, “but, you know.” His eyes met hers with something she might have called sincerity. It was … disarming. Unsteadying, and she was plenty unsteady as it was. “I’d appreciate being given the time to decide.”
give me all the banter
