Evelyn tried to wiggle out from beneath Zevian, but the soapy floor betrayed her, causing her to slip again. Her movements, though innocent, were making the situation much more complicated. Each attempt to shift only made her more aware of Zevian's proximity, and suddenly, she felt something firm poking against her lower waist.
Her eyes widened in realization, her breath catching in her throat. The sensation was impossible to ignore, and a flush of heat crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. The teasing nature of their position wasn't lost on her, and she stifled a nervous laugh, trying not to make things even more awkward.
"Evelyn, stop moving," Zevian warned, his voice a husky murmur. He was clearly just as flustered, trying to keep his composure while his body responded in ways that were out of his control. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of embarrassment and something much deeper, more intimate.
