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“No.”
He inhaled sharply, but the breath was never released. It created a storm inside him, increasing his shaking and swelling his chest. So much bottled-up energy in this one.
“I can’t stay in here,” he said, breathing ragged. I could feel his heart hammering against my arm.
“I’m trying to keep us from getting arrested.”
“I’d rather that than stay here.”
Ouch. “I’m not letting you go.”
All at once, he slumped, the fight and tension draining from his body and leaving behind nothing but a limp, trembling noodle. I grunted beneath the sudden weight but took it readily and held him up. The hand that had been clawing to pull me off him changed to clinging, and something in my chest squeezed.
His breathing hitched, and I found myself holding tighter, the restraint I used morphing into a hug.
“I can’t stay in here.” His voice was hoarse. “Please.”
“I got you,” I promised, rubbing my palm up and down his arm. “You’re okay.”
He shook his head, breaths turning erratic until he was full-blown hyperventilating. As I unlocked myself from around him, he swayed, but I caught his arm and spun him around. His feet got tangled, pitching him sideways, but I caught him, using my body to right his.
Acting on instinct, I reached up to hold his face, forcing it to look at mine. His eyes were wide, the whites around the dark irises comically large, but I wasn’t laughing because he was having a panic attack.
“All right, hey,” I spoke softly, worry making me desperate. I’ll make this better. “Look at me.”
He didn’t. His eyes darted around the dark room like he was searching the corners and trying to find the door. My fingers tightened on his cheek while my other hand slid up to knot in his dark sweat-dampened hair.
“Look at me, princess.”
His breath caught, eyes snapping to mine. Incredulousness warred with the panic still controlling him.
I smirked. “If you don’t want me to call you that, stop acting like you need a knight in shining armor.”
His expression dimmed as his eyes narrowed, movements uncoordinated as he attempted to knock my hands away. All he got for his efforts was me pulling his hair. Prism grunted, the sound dissolving into a whimper, the sound shooting straight to my dick. The little distraction earned me a fist in the gut, and I doubled over as the breath whooshed out of my middle.
Prism took off, nearly tripping over whatever lay on the floor, and I lunged to catch him even if he did just literally sucker-punch me in the gut.
The door to the closet burst in, electric green flooding the darkness and making me squint. Prism doubled away from the bodies rushing in and collided with me, sending us both into the floor. I grunted, my body cushioning his, but the only thing cushioning me was those rickety metal shelves and whatever was on them.
Pain shot through me, but I didn’t acknowledge it, instead rolling so Prism was under me and my body was his shield.
“Freeze!” an officer yelled from the door, his body backed with strobing light.
Prism went still, but I adjusted, planting my elbows on the floor on either side of his face to conceal it. Our bodies were flush, legs tangled, and I did my best to use the little bit of size I had on him for protection.
A large dark-colored mutt—a German shepherd, I think—rushed over, its cold, wet nose nudging my cheek and ruffling my hair when it sniffed.
“What the hell’s going on in here?”
Lifting my head, I grinned up at the officer. “Haven’t you ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?”
Under me, Prism jolted. “Shut up, Arsen.”
Dipping my head, I couldn’t help but smile. “Ah, he knows my name.”
Bashfulness flickered over his features, which were so close to mine, but I was robbed of enjoying it because he couldn’t hold my gaze. He’s fucking shy. Why is that so cute?
The dog whined and leaped over where we lay, its nose going overtime. He whined again and then pawed at something nearby.
