Matt hadn’t had a panic in almost two years. But he became hotter, and he was sure he couldn’t breathe, and he was sweaty, and the world was going to end. Amber helped him take a seat, and he swatted her hands away. “Don’t touch me. I don’t, no touch. Please.”
He needed to get his breathing under control. Otherwise, he would pass out from the lack of oxygen his brain was getting. But Damian. He would get hurt, and he wasn’t even sure if it had been Maureen. Maybe his brain was praying it was Maureen, so he finally had a reason to give to get Damian to break up with her.
“Matt!” Amber hissed.
Matt peeled his eyes away from the black stairs to look at Amber, who had a frown. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’re breathing too fast. Okay? I need you to look at me, and you’ll copy
