f*****g f**k! My mind went black for a split second before I looked at her. She looked broken. This woman had been through too much and suddenly I didn't hate myself for caring about her.
She needs someone. She needs me.
“He told me she only left me fifteen percent. He took everything from me…” that part broke me. Tessa placed a hand on her chest, then her breathing started to change. f**k.
She was hyperventilating again. And this time, it didn't look like a kiss was going to cure it.
I didn't think twice before jogging to my office to grab my car key, returning to the room and scooping her in my arms.
When I placed her in the passenger seat, her eyes began to turn while. “Tessa, stay with me. Breathe. f**k!” Do I kiss her? Do I just drive? What do I f*****g do?
I got into the driver
