Chapter 87

"You're telegraphing with your left hip." Miles jumped the leg that Levi swung out and pushed on Levi's shoulder.

Levi hit the mat and winced, stretching out a hand for Miles to help him up.

Miles grabbed it, and Levi gripped his forearm with his other hand, pulling Miles into some kind of roll and straddling him.

"Tap out." Levi's hair hung forward over his eyes.

Miles flung him off. "You had a good week when we were twelve. Haven't pinned me since, but optimistic of you to keep trying and recapture that dream."

Levi laughed and jumped up, catching his shorts with one hand as they slid, exposing the glistening olive skin along the ridge of his hipbone.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

I jumped at Arkady's voice. "I wasn't - " I stammered.

He wasn't even looking at me. "No seriously, take a picture. I left my phone back at my desk and that would break the Internet."