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Leaving the guys in the living room, Harlow went into the closet and closed the door. It quickly left the frame again to allow Ryske inside. “Trink—”
“Don’t, Ryske,” she said, pacing up and down the middle of the closet, despising the adrenaline that was amping her up. “I can’t… I can’t deal with us right now.”
“Hey,” he said, rushing over to catch her mid-pace to sweep her into his arms. “Just shh… Shh…”
Squeezing her body against his, he didn’t say anything else. He just held her to him combing his fingers through her hair. Ryske had never comforted her before, not like this. Not calm and affectionate without expectation or urgency.
Her heart began to slow. Her adrenaline ebbed. She sank into him, letting him hold her up. After at least three or four minutes, she accepted that sh
