The Interrupted Kiss

Elara's POV

I stared up at him, trapped against the unforgiving wood of the bookshelf. His towering presence swallowed all the oxygen in the tiny room. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. My spine remained pinned flat against the shelf, and my rapid breathing matched the frantic, erratic thumping of my heart. The temperature in the narrow sliver of space between our bodies spiked dangerously.