Emily’s POV

Daniel didn't move an inch.

He stayed pinned against me, his chest rising and falling against mine, his gray eyes burning into my swollen lips while Ethan’s hand rattled my bedroom door handle again.

"Emily?" Ethan called through the wood, his voice loud and clear. "Are you okay in there?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my vocal cords to work while Daniel’s hand slid down to my hip, his thumb pressing hard into my skin to test if I could hold my composure.

"I'm fine!" I yelled out, my voice squeaking slightly before I caught myself. "I'm... I'm just changing my shirt, Ethan! Give me...