Sasha’s pov
The emergency light turned everything into red. It was a deep and throbbing kind of red. It felt like we had stepped inside someone’s fever dream. My skin looked flushed even before the heat really started getting to me.
I pressed my back harder on the mirrored wall. My arms were crossed tight over my chest like that was going to keep my heart from hitting so hard like it wanted to escape.
The air started to feel wrong. Thicker. Warner. Carrying that faint metallic elevator smell that was mixed with the clean, woodsy hit of his cologne. Every breath that I took pulled more of him into me.
He had mashed the emergency button three times. Each press made him even more pissed off than the last. Now he was standing in the middle of the tiny box, hands on his hips.
He was glarin
