Full contact this time.
Not accidental brushing.
Not brief correction.
Actual contact.
Rowan froze immediately.
So did I.
The world didn’t stop.
But my brain absolutely did.
Because she was pressed against me just enough that I could feel her breathing hitch once.
And fuck—
that was bad.
Very bad.
ROWAN
Oh.
That was infinitely worse than the first touch.
Because now there was no pretending it was nothing.
Mason’s hand was firm against my waist.
My arm caught against his chest.
Solid heat.
Solid muscle.
And for one horrifying second—
neither of us moved.
The music felt distant suddenly.
Muted behind the sound of my own pulse.
Mason looked down at me slowly.
Too slowly.
Like he was aware of every inch of space between us.
Which currently wasn’t much.
His grip tightened instinctively for half a second before loosening again.
And that tiny movement?
