The span of a few dozen seconds felt like a lifetime.
Other than feeling a little dizzy, Amelia Lockhart felt no other discomfort.
She was held tightly in someone's arms, her senses filled with a familiar, pleasant cedar scent.
For the first time, she didn't find his embrace chilly. Instead, it was fervent and searingly hot.
She had no idea where they had tumbled to. She'd rushed down almost without thinking, originally intending to just give him a pull, but he had ended up holding her in a death grip. Her vision went black, and she couldn't see a thing.
Amelia Lockhart didn't dare move. The show was filming halfway up an extremely tall mountain, and she worried any sudden movement would send them tumbling down again.
After a few minutes, Amelia Lockhart realized something was wrong.
"Ethan?" Amelia Lockhart called out his name.
