“Oh. Sorry.” I let go of him all at once. The tingle of our recent contact is still buzzing in my skin. “I guess I should get off now, huh?”
I cringe at myself as I awkwardly slide my body to one side and try to shift my leg over the seat. Just as my foot is about to touch the ground, the bike shifts under my weight. I’m not expecting the movement, and I overcompensate in the other direction.
Suddenly, I’m tipping backwards and far too off-balance to stop myself. I yelp and brace to crash headfirst against the concrete step.
Then a strong arm hooks around my back.
It happens as fast as the fall did. In an instant, Timofey has me caught and pinned me against his side.
On the ride, I was behind him. We were still practically zipped together, of course, but I couldn’t see his face. It fe
