I wouldn’t have felt Levi’s infinitesimal exhale of relief if he didn’t have me cradled against him. I look up, a little blearily, into his eyes, and my heart stops when his face moves toward me. My brain short-circuits, like it thinks he’s about to kiss me, but he only touches his nose to mine in the tiniest boop. He has a way of stopping my necessary bodily functions, because that gentle motion clean turns off my heart.
