You Felt It, Didn’t You?

POV: RHYS

The darkness of the cramped supply closet was absolute. The sensory overload inside the tiny space was instantly suffocating. I knew Tessa could feel my heart violently pounding against my ribs, just as clearly as I heard her ragged, panicked breathing echoing in the tight space around us. We were pressed together in a way that left zero room for misinterpretation. I fought a desperate,