"You guys are turning around in the next seven minutes," Mr. Zack called out, his eyes glued to the camera monitor.
"What?" I hissed, nudging Nico. He had gone completely silent, his breathing turning heavy and ragged against my neck. Without him saying a word, I got my answer. I felt something hard pressing right against me. "Right here?" I whispered in sheer disbelief, my face burning.
He let out a strained groan. "It's not my fault. It's only reacting like this because you're so close to me." He spoke slowly, like he was fighting to keep his voice steady.
"So it's my fault now?" I scoffed, totally exasperated by his logic. "Just make it go away."
"It doesn't work like that, not when we're trapped in this position," he muttered, exhaling sharply. I tried to shift away, but the moveme
