“Power surge,” he managed, neither of them moving. The emergency lights flooded the elevator in crimson, casting shadows across his features that rained down over her. Their faces were inches apart as she was almost hanging from his arms, his breath warm against her skin, and she could feel every point where their bodies connected - the solid wall of his chest as her foundation, his hands still gripping her like he was afraid she’d fall if he let go.

Juniper couldn’t tell if it was fear or his touch making her dizzy - maybe both. Her hands had found his shoulders, gripping the expensive fabric of his suit. She looked up at him, suddenly aware of the point of contact that mattered most - his fingers still pressed against her side, her body curved into his, the heat of him seeping through her clothes.