Her hand was still on his chest, and she didn't realize it until Lindsey covered it with his own. Then it was like a jolt--the warmth of the skin, covering her hand on either side, the beating of his heart...
... the blood...
but the heartbeat. It was irregular. It was too fast.
Lindsey was nervous. His heart didn't move the way scared hearts did; that dance Phaedra knew well. His heart beat as if one look from her would stop it beating. 300 years fled from her face. For now, Phaedra was the young woman she'd been in life.
So then I guess it should start.
She opened her mouth to speak, realizing what she was going to say was a bad idea before she even said it. "Want to get out of here?"