Close Calls

ARYA’S POV I stood on the back terrace the next morning, my hands gripping the railing as I watched the sun. For just a moment, I allowed myself to forget where I was and why. "What are you doing?" I spun around so fast that my foot slipped on the smooth terrace stone. My hands flew out, grasping at air as gravity pulled me backward toward the edge, toward the rocky drop below. Strong hands caught me around the waist, yanking me forward with enough force that I crashed against a solid chest. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, clinging to him in alarm, and suddenly I was pressed against Giovanni in a way that made every nerve ending in my body light up. His arms were around me, holding me secure and I could feel his heart beating against mine… or was that my heart? "I've got you," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. This honeymoon thing was a terrible idea. Being this close to him, and feeling his body against mine, it was making me forget why I was supp