Prompted by: Amanda
The crazy author says: Uhh, I just realized we picked Miss Amanda’s prompts twice in a row haha!
Before I get a chance to reply, I’m knocked off-balance by the stampeding herd.
Seizing my arm, Trace yanks me into his chest and swings me to the side. His hand cushions the back of my head as he flattens me against the wall, safely out of harm’s way. His mouth is next to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
We remain silent while the mob continues to funnel past.
It isn’t until the place has emptied that he finally murmurs, “We’re not done.”