She is messing with me

How the heck did this situation happen why was Maeve on top of me right now? I had done everything right! She had been distracted, and I took advantage, and—

Oh no.

The moment hung between us, heavy and hot and slow. I could practically feel the heat of her gaze tracing over my skin, and I knew without a doubt that things were about to get a whole lot worse.

"Um," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that I was about to spontaneously combust. "Well, this is awkward."

Maeve smirked. "Is it now?" Her voice was husky, and I could have sworn she moved closer as she spoke. Or maybe I was imagining it.

I wasn't imagining the way my stomach swooped as if I'd just leaped over a cliff. I wasn't imagining the rush of blood pounding in my ears, making me dizzy and breathless.

"Maeve," I tried again, my voice shaking a little. "Seriously, let me up. Please. I won't do it again. I won't do it. I won't—"