From somewhere deep inside my fucked-up head, I register his hand smoothing circles on my sweat-slicked back before it changes to light, but somehow firm taps. “Feel that? Focus on my touch. Nothing else. Just what my hand is doing. One, two. One, two...” My eyes squeeze shut of their own volition, and I find myself doing what he says. I cancel out everything else around me, even Will himself. Nothing else matters right now but his hands. Thud, thud. Thud, thud.
