A stab to the heart

Standing at the rack, staring at his suit, Zane spaced out until he felt Emma's hands wrapped around his bicep.

The soft pressure of her fingers against his skin made him feel warm inside, and goosebumps prickled his arms as her cheek rested on his back, breathing in deeply.

"What's wrong?” Emma whispered.

Her voice drew him from his thoughts, and then he turned to meet her worried expression with a smile, mumbling, “I am about to piss off some powerful, grumpy old men, and I am just contemplating on if I should...”

“Do you really want to piss off this grumpy old dudes?” Emma asked quietly, her eyes searching his face.

There was a hint of worry hidden beneath her concern, but she seemed to be trying not to show it.

“I have to,” Zane said, gently brushing away a flyaway strand of hair. “I can’t just stand by and let them ruin me.”

Holding his gaze, Emma beamed at him as her palm rested against his chest for another brief moment before her fingertips slipped between his arm and his