| MANDY’S POV |
The guard’s voice came again, no longer a question but a sharp, suspicious demand that echoed off the tile and metal lockers. “Who’s there?”
I froze, every muscle stiffening like stone, my back pressed against the cold wall.
Chris’s hand remained clamped over my mouth, rough and unrelenting, his body pressing me into the wall so tightly I could barely breathe.
His heat pressed against mine, heavy and suffocating, while his lips brushed my ear, breath hot and barely a whisper. “Don’t. Move.”
His grip didn’t loosen. His other arm pinned me firmly against the wall, his body pressed tight, unyielding, like a statue melting into the shadows.
We were locked in an intimate, vulnerable embrace, suspended in tense silence, every second stretching as if we might be discovered
