23
When I hadn’t spoken moments later, Sean’s expression faltered. “Are you okay, Jem?”
“I think I may need to sit down,” I mumbled. “My legs aren’t feeling too good.”
They’d trembled when wrapped tightly around him, and they continued to shake once he’d lowered my feet to the ground. If not pinned by Sean to the wall, I doubted I’d still be upright.
“Jem?” He pulled back as though to get a better look at me.
At even the hint of a gap between our bodies, I slid down. My hands left his hair to grope at the wall behind me, and reaching out, he lowered me until I landed on the grass.
Back pressed against the brick structure, I rested my head, closed my eyes. “I ... just need a second.” I managed to steady my breathing, my unstable pulse, and opened my eyes.
He knelt in front of me on t
