Feeling his touch, Selene's body froze.
The lump in her throat seemed to grow, expanding until she couldn't quite remember how breathing was supposed to work. Her thoughts scattered like smoke. The dozens of clever things she had been planning to say evaporated all at once.
Before she could find any of them again, she felt her body drift forward. Moon's arm reached around her shoulders and pulled her gently against his chest.
Her face turned the color of a tomato instantly. The fabric of his shirt was warm against her cheek.
His masculine smell that she loved so much wafted into her nostrils, making her feel at ease. As if the world was no longer scary and filled with danger.
His chest rose and fell beneath her with a steady rhythm. But underneath that rhythm, she could hear his heartbeat.
It was fast. Pounding against her ear with a tempo that didn't match his composed exterior at all.
