Emily’s POV

I pressed the phone tight against my ear, my entire body going rigid as Daniel's fingers traced a slow, maddening line up the inside of my bare thigh.

"Em? You still there?" Ethan's voice crackled through the speaker again. The rooftop music thumped faintly in the background.

"Yeah!" I squeaked, slapping my free hand against Daniel's wrist and trying to shove him away. He didn't budge an inch. "I'm here! Sorry, the— the saleswoman was showing me something."

"Oh, okay. So how long do you think you'll be? This rooftop is actually insane. You can see all of Midtown from up here."

Daniel's fingers found the sensitive hollow...