"I'm here," Ryder breathes right at my back, his hand rubbing circles on my back, his voice right by my ear.
"You're having a panic attack," He says, voice deep, sounding as breathless as I feel. I'm not having a panic attack...Am I?
"You can breathe," Ryder says, his entire chest now against my back as I stand topless with only n****e covers on. Ryder's fingers graze down my arms, his fingers exposing more and more skin as he peels the snug material off of me.
I can breathe. I can breathe. I. Can. Breathe.
My chest starts to feel lighter, but not entirely normal as I stand a bit straighter, his one hand's fingers' intertwining with mine, his large palm covering the top of my hand. His other smoothes over my ribs, encircling my body as he pulls me to his firm chest, my already wavy h
