Levi’s hand settles on my leg, and I freeze. His big, warm hand is on my thigh. I can feel his fingers through my clothes. It sends a chill sailing into me. Oh. Wow. Okay. No. In the wake of that chill, heat pours, and I hope no one can see my face going beet red. Levi leans toward me, his voice so hushed and deep I think it rolls something inside my brain.
