-Blake West:
Zade didn't move.
I didn't move either.
We were frozen, tangled together in that impossible moment — him above me, his weight pressing against my chest, the thin fabric of his hospital gown doing absolutely nothing to shield me from the heat of his body. My heart was a wild drumbeat in my ribcage, hammering so hard I swore the whole room could hear it. Every nerve in my body seemed to be screaming at me all at once, shivering down my spine, tightening my stomach until I felt sick.
And then it got worse.
The door opened.
I didn't need to look to know who it was. That sharp, cold presence filled the room before I even turned my head. Rina.
Her eyes widened at the sight of us — her son sprawled half across me, me pinned beneath him, both of us red-faced and breathless like we'd been caught doing something unspeakable. Shock flickered over her features, and then her expression hardened into something far more familiar: anger.
