Olivia Westview
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, almost ominous whisper, sealing us in a small, confined space that suddenly felt stifling.
James’s hands were still on my waist, grounding me even as my heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The shock of nearly falling was nothing compared to the shock of being in his arms, his body pressed against mine, his warmth seeping into me as if he were burning from the inside out.
I should have stepped away, put some distance between us, but I couldn’t. My legs were trembling, my knees weak from the near-miss and from the sheer force of the tension that crackled between us like a live wire. His hands tightened on my waist, just a fraction, as if he were reluctant to let go, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck,
