Wyatt
Tess stopped still, her jaw practically on the floor, and her eyes had grown about 5 times their usual size, not moving. I don’t think she’s even blinked in the last few, what feels like, minutes.
Safe to say, her ability to keep herself cool, calm, and collected has crumbled.
Under any other circumstance, I would find her stunned silence and expression hilarious.
Her heavy breathing and erratic heartbeat are the only sounds that can be heard for a moment before she finally regains control of herself by shaking her head and clearing her throat.
“How do you know all that?” She asks, leaning back into her chair. Her shock and vulnerability are still there despite her attempts to hide them.
I watch her rub her chest and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
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