You take a step backward, your heel catching on the edge of the table, and everything goes wrong in an instant. Your body lurches, and before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you find yourself slamming into Horatio—this time, not a soft catch, but a full-on crash. Your hands land on his chest, but you don’t stop there. No. You’re falling—straight into him. Your face is too close to his, and your lips brush against his jaw in a completely unintended, yet uncomfortably intimate moment. It’s a collision of limbs and heartbeats, the kind of thing that leaves no room for breathing. His arms instinctively wrap around you, pulling you into him with an intensity that both shocks and thrills you. It’s not just a fall. It’s a full-on tumble into a compromising position that neither of you can escape. His hand slides to the small of your back, fingers pressing into your spine, keeping you there, held in place—as if he’s afraid to let you go. You can feel his body heat, his breath against your cheek, and it’s overwhelming. Every inch of your skin tingles as if you’re too aware of how close you are. It’s dangerous—but you can’t pull away. Not when he’s holding you like this. You both freeze. The world outside the lab ceases to exist. The tension is unbearable. Time seems to stretch on forever as you lock eyes with him, both of you realizing just how close you’ve gotten, just how wrong it feels. But it’s not just wrong. It’s electric. Magnetic. You’re not sure what to do, what to say, because every word feels inadequate. Every move seems too risky, but there’s an undeniable pull between you, like you’ve crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed. And then, as if summoned by fate itself, the door bursts open. It’s Calleigh, again, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene. You’re on top of Horatio, his hands still gripping your waist, your faces inches apart, your lips—practically touching. The world stops for a split second, and you feel the room close in around you. The awkwardness of the situation