You miscalculate your step, and in a split second, your body bumps into Horatio. Everything goes into slow motion as you stumble forward. Your hand shoots out to catch yourself, but instead, you end up placing it directly on his chest—too close. Too intimate. Horatio catches your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it tightly to steady you. You try to pull back, but you can’t—his grip is firm, keeping you there, your faces suddenly too close. The proximity is electrifying, like every nerve in your body is on fire. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You can only feel him—his body against yours, his hand still holding your wrist, his breath just a whisper away. It feels like everything has come to a crashing halt. And then, before you know it, your eyes lock. The world goes silent, and it’s just you two, standing there, a breath away from something that feels too real. You can hear your heart thumping in your chest, and you know he can feel it too. His grip tightens, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stands there, just looking at you, as if trying to figure out how to navigate this situation. Suddenly, the door swings open. It’s Calleigh, standing in the doorway, a raised eyebrow and an unreadable expression on her face as she takes in the scene. For a split second, you freeze—caught in a position that looks so wrong, so compromising. Your hand is still on his chest, his other hand holding your wrist, and the air between you two has never been more charged. “Um…” Calleigh clears her throat awkwardly, glancing between you and Horatio, clearly seeing more than she bargained for. “Did I… interrupt something?” You’re frozen in place. There’s no way to recover from this. You can’t pull away from him—not that it would matter now. Calleigh’s eyes flick from you to Horatio, and the look in her eyes says it all. Oh, no. What did I just walk into? Horatio, the usually composed man, is now blushing. You can see the subtle color rising in his cheeks as his grip loosens, and he quickly steps back, trying to play it cool—but