Chapter 13.
Running Away.
I knew I was in big s**t. Of course I was. Ian saw Parker's lips on mine. I wouldn't call it kissing, we weren't kissing. He was helping my breathing.
Panic attacks use to be very common with me. I had them all the time in university. And Parker knew that all too well. By pressing his lips to mine, he made sure that my breathing stopped just for a millisecond, so that I could control it again.
The reason for those panic attacks? That was another story altogether. Which I didn't want to tell Ian. Atleast, not yet. I wasn't ready to disclose five years of my life without him.
"We weren't kissing," I finally managed to say.
Ian raised his eyebrows. "Oh? What do you call it when two people play with each other's lips and tongues then, Khloe?"
I swallowed. "We w
