Broody boys and feeling compelled
Percy I jolt at the loud voice coming from somewhere close to me on my- which side is this again? The next thing I feel is a warm palm on mine, holding my fingers in place so I can’t snap the elastic. When my vision clears, I look at really pretty green eyes. My heart jolts a little. So nice. Like a rainforest. Or maybe moss after a thunderstorm. Or… Sh*t. The fog slowly lifts, and I shake off Jordan’s hands. “I’m fine, thanks.”, I rasp, then clear my throat. I need to try again. “Uhm… where… was I?” Several pairs of eyes meet mine with a mixture of curiosity and empathy. “You were telling us about your file.” Broody-boy doesn’t look as brooding any longer. Dissociative episodes bring me closer to these people, apparently. Not letting that happen again, though. “OK,” I say slowl
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