MargotPOV
I hated my body for folding the second my knees gave out.
Rhett’s arm locked around my waist before I could hit the floor, the solid heat of him slamming into me like a wall I hadn’t seen coming.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, the words thin and useless.
He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, one arm under my thighs and the other banded tight across my back, and carried me straight to the far wall of my office.
The impact drove the air from my lungs.
My shoulder blades hit the plaster hard enough that every framed certificate behind me seemed to tremble.
I shoved his chest.
He pressed closer, burying his face in the curve of my neck and drawing a long, deliberate breath.
The scrape of his stubble against my skin sent a sharp, electric itch racing down my spi
