She had been caught up in the moment.
She couldn't bear to let Nathan Lockwood look bad when he had already taken ninety-nine steps, with only her last one remaining.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Nathan Lockwood's steps were steady as he carried Zoe Pierce on his back, walking toward her room one step at a time.
"Zoe Pierce, can you turn your head a different way?"
Her mind was blank when she heard Nathan Lockwood's voice from in front of her.
How should she put it? It sounded a little... hoarse?
Chase Shaw approached from behind. "What's wrong?" He had heard Nathan Lockwood.
Nathan Lockwood tilted his head back, his peach-blossom eyes glancing at him. His Adam's apple bobbed. "It tickles."
Her every breath fanned across the back of his neck.
Her body was pressed completely against his, a soft, warm wave, swaying and shifting, teasingly close yet distant.
