“Nothing’s happening.” “Thank the gods,” he growled, squeezing me tightly. “But I might be having a heart attack.” My brows pinched. “Can Atlantians have heart attacks?” “No.” “Then you’re fine,” I replied, biting down on my lip as I became aware of the dampness between my thighs. His forehead pressed against the side of my head. “That’s debatable. I feel like my heart is about to come out of my chest at the moment.”
