It felt like there was an elephant sitting on her chest. She couldn’t breathe. At least not very well. Gasping, she closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, her nose clogging, making it even harder to breathe. She could feel her pulse racing and her stomach clenching. She was going to be sick.
“Kelly,” Mitch’s voice was soft as he scooted closer.
Cracking her eyes open ever so slightly, she peered at Mitch. Her body stiffened as he got increasingly closer. This was a mistake. She should never have let him in. She blamed the alcohol. She should never have opened the bottle, let alone buy it. What had she been thinking? And now… she swallowed nervously. She would be lucky if she got Mitch to leave.
Gaze trailing down his body to
