Emily’s POV

The warm water kept pouring down over us, but the icy fear that had been paralyzing my chest for hours was gone, burned away by the sheer, unadulterated heat of Daniel's mouth against mine.

His lips moved over mine with a fierce, possessive rhythm, grounding me in the present. The hands pinning my wrists against the warm glass wall didn't hurt; they held me steady, stopping the world from spinning out of control.

"Daniel..." I breathed into his mouth, my heart hammering like a wild drum against my ribs.

He didn't answer with words. He loosened his grip on my wrists, letting my hands fall onto his slick...