Faye's POV
The ground rushed up to meet me, and suddenly I was sprawled across his chest, my hands pressed flat against the hard muscle beneath his shirt. His body felt like stone beneath mine, warmth pulsing through the thin fabric that separated us. My lungs seized as his arm swept around my waist reflexively, anchoring me against him.
Time seemed to freeze. His crimson eyes found mine in the firelight, shadows dancing across his features, and I became acutely aware of how little space existed between us. My face hovered mere inches above his.
My pulse thundered so violently I was certain he could sense it reverberating through his chest. His arm remained locked around me, as though releasing me was impossible.
Every rational thought demanded I push away from him, create distance. The voice in my mind grew louder with each passing second, but my limbs wouldn't obey.
