Pecan's pov
The world seemed to tilt on its axis as my feet slipped from under me. For a fleeting moment, I was weightless, caught in the inevitability of falling. I braced myself, my arms flailing in search of anything to break my descent. My heart raced, the anticipation of the hard impact making time crawl.
But instead of the unforgiving floor, strong arms wrapped around me, halting my fall in the nick of time.
"Got you," Liam murmured, his voice steady and reassuring.
I clung to him instinctively, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. My breath came in short gasps as I looked up into his face. His eyes, warm and filled with concern, locked onto mine.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I—I think so...i thought I was going to fall" I stammered, my heart still pounding. "Thank you. That was… close."
