The cave had never felt smaller.
Lena's body trembled against the cold, but it wasn't from the rain anymore. Her fingers dug into the damp stone wall, blunt nails scraping against the rough surface as she fought for control. Every breath was too deep, too shaky. The heat coiled tighter in her belly, wrapping around her ribs like a vice.
She knew this feeling.
But she had never felt it this strongly.
Lucas wasn't faring any better. His entire frame was rigid, muscles tensed as if holding back something dangerous. His breaths were rough, measured. The cave walls seemed to press in around them, trapping them in this unbearable, suffocating heat.
Lena's grip tightened. "Shit…"
Lucas clenched his jaw. "Lena…"
A warning. A plea.
Neither of them moved.