“Don’t……move—”

Emma yelped and squeezed her eyes shut and waited for her face or butt to smash against the floor. But to her surprise that never happened. Instead she landed on something or rather—someone?

When she opened her eyes and lifted her head, her eyes met Daniel’s, who was already staring at her. She was lying on top of him with her head and hand pressed on his half exposed chest. Her abdomen was pressed against his torso while the upper portion of her thigh rested on his groin region.

"I—" She wiggled, trying to get up.

"Don’t…..move—" he grunted and Emma froze.

She didn't know why he didn't want her to move. Was he hurt? Did he hit his head? She had no idea. All she knew was the intimate position they were in was very dangerous.

The heat and desire in his eyes gave her a nostalgic feeling. Her entire body started tingling with a weird yet familiar sensation. Her cheeks started heating up and her palms turned sweaty.