My heart started to kick against my ribcage, and the early feelings of panic were all too familiar at this point. Brooks had his eyes on me, probably to gauge my reaction. Instead of focusing on the feelings of panic that were creeping their way up my chest, I focused on him. I focused on how secure I’d felt when his arms were wrapped around me, and the way his breath had felt against my cheek. If he was here, I was going to be okay. I pushed the panic down, locking it firmly at the base of my throat. I felt it prick at me as I moved to start the tacking process, but I didn’t let it overcome
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Like in my therapy :)
