Cameron must sense this and pulls me into him, wrapping me up in sandalwood and fresh linen. In safety and warmth. I feel hidden and safe here. It allows me to slow my mind and my breaths as my ear rests against his heart, listening to the beats that eventually mine mimic. Cameron rubs his hands up and down my back, soothing me as I tightly grip his back, feeling like he’s my personal safety raft. “Talk to me, please. It’s killing me,” he murmurs against my hair.
