Ava

I held his gaze as he closed the distance between us.

“I want you to take a deep breath…”

I did as he asked, even though I wanted so badly to yell that I’d taken lots of deep breaths already.

“Let it out…”

I exhaled.

“Very good,” he cooed.

I bit the inner corner of my mouth to stop myself from blushing. Why was he talking like that? What was the point of this?

“I think you’re claustrophobic,” he said.

My eyes widened. I hadn’t realized I’d asked the last question ...