Celeste was frozen in place, too afraid to move a muscle.

She was worried that any slight movement would cause Nathaniel's hand to slip even deeper.

His fingers were already tracing a path downward, taking advantage of his long reach and their current positioning, nearly touching her in a very private area.

"Celeste, I apologize for earlier," Arlo suddenly said, handing her a cup of coffee.

Celeste didn't take it.

Reaching for it would mean stretching and ...