She made another awkward step and then another, but then her ankle wobbled. Her balance went and she was suddenly falling forward into Tom’s arms.

He caught her, saving her from faceplanting on the floor, yes, but now she found herself in another strange predicament.

She was in his arms, head against his chest, hearing his heart pound inside his rib cage—and it was going fast. Probably from the shock of her falling, was all. She could feel the muscles in his body and smell his body spray, something masculine and earthy that performed wonders on her senses. When her cheeks flushed and she looked up into his eyes, something strange passed through them and she was so caught in his magnetism she forgot to pull away. Forgot to try and move. Forgot to try and operate her feet, because being in his arms like this? So close she could feel every breath? It was a heady place to be.