*Seraphine*
During one heart-stopping second, I know with certainty that I am going to land on my backside or worse, c***k open my skull.
Instead, I find myself pressed up against a firm chest, my feet dangling over the floor, and strong arms locked around my waist, holding me in place, while mine circle broad shoulders. The shirt I am wearing has ridden up my thighs and is very close to revealing my bum, but I can hardly care. I’ve never known anyone to move with such swiftness. I’ve certainly never seen so much worry and concern directed my way. He looks as if he might die if any harm comes to me.
His brow is furrowed, his breaths are rushing in and out fast and hard, and those silver eyes have gone a darker pewter. “What the devil were you doing standing on something so unsteady? Did
