“Seriously, how have you been holding up? You said we’d talk later, and yet we haven’t.” I hesitate, my chest tightening. “I’m still really fucking stressed.” “So, that’s why I’m here?” he asks, eyes searching mine. “To help you get unstressed?” “Yes.” I nod slowly, a mix of apprehension and excitement swelling in the pit of my stomach. “And how exactly do you plan on helping me?” He leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Oh, I have a few ideas,” he murmurs, tracing a finger along my jawline.
