*Sam’s P.O.V.*
I feel a pair of hands on me, but it’s not Zyaire now. The sparks calm me and help bring me back to reality.
“Sam! Sam!” she cries out, and I gasp suddenly, my eyes refocusing on my reality. I grab onto Aphrodite and hug her, sobbing. “Sh, shhh,” she soothes me, “it’s okay.”
“Aphrodite,” I say quietly, my eyes searching the room. I see Zyaire off to the side, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Zyaire, I’m sorry…” I whisper.
He’s in front of me in an instant. “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for,” he tells me as I grip Aphrodite’s arm in my hands. She rubs her hand through my hair, soothing me further.
“What happened?” I ask.
“We… we made love, and then you had a flashback. I called Aphrodite and Dr. Howard, your therapist. I… you were lashing out at me, bu
