The two were close enough that Dallas Taylor's breath could reach her face, Mia Ginger quickly bowed her head, pursing her lips to turn on the flashlight on her phone, ready to move away from Dallas's embrace.
Dallas held her with one arm, not letting go; instead, he pressed her closer towards himself, "Don't move."
"The property management will be here soon," Mia whispered.
"In urgent matters, safety comes first," Dallas's voice was firm.
Mia was actually a bit afraid, so she fell silent, grabbing tightly onto his shirt sleeve, resting her lips against him, listening to the sound of Dallas's heartbeat.
Steady and strong, slightly fast.
The small space in the elevator, combined with the summer heat, quickly made it feel unbearably stuffy. Mia couldn't tell if it was psychological, but she felt parched, as if she might suffocate at any moment.
She wasn't usually afraid of heat, but the tight jeans wrapped around her legs were extremely uncomfortable.
