I froze, mortified. Of all the laps in the world, I had to stumble onto his. Just when I thought things were looking up, the universe had to pull this on me.

My entire body was exuding mortification. Why did it have to be him? The walking embodiment of everything that irritated me, and apparently, my human chair.

I quickly retracted my hands from his chest, placing them on my own lap. It wasn’t like I hated having my hands there… they felt strong, ...