Ethan’s large hand pressed firmly against Emily’s nape.

He was only wearing a white shirt, and the warmth of his skin transferred seamlessly to the woman in his arms.

Emily’s ear was pressed to his chest, where she could distinctly hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sound that almost seemed too surreal.

"Yes, I have time." His voice, soft and steady, drifted down from above her, his arm tightening around her almost imperceptibly.

Emily snapped back to ...