The collapse had shoved us together in the only configuration that fit, her back against the stone floor and my body covering hers in a position that left absolutely zero room for interpretation. Her legs had tangled with mine during the scramble for safety. Her chest pressed against mine with every breath either of us took. Her face was inches from my own, close enough that I could see individual droplets of sweat rolling down her temple and disappearing into her hairline.
"Monroe." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Get off me."
"Would love to. Can't move. Rocks."
