“I’m tripping into you, Mak.” His thumb brushes across my cheek. “Tripping into me?” I nod, breath shaky. “I don’t fall for someone. I trip uncontrollably toward them before inevitably hitting the ground.” He smiles softly, the action delicate atop his stern features. His eyes wander over my face while his fingers tuck unruly hair behind my ear. “Well, I would catch you, Dena, but it seems we’re going down together.” I blink at him, my smile widening. “Really?” He nods slowly. “Really.”
