Sophia’s P.O.V

I almost lost my footing. My heel twisted on the edge of the stone path and my body pitched backward before I could stop it. The world tilted for a split second, but before I could even brace myself for impact, Nathan's arms were around me, firm and steady.

“I got you, Soph, I got you…” he said, holding me tightly against his chest. His voice was low but rushed, full of concern as his arms locked protectively around my waist.

“Are you okay? Sophia, ...