His arm around my middle tightens while he slides his other hand up toward my chest, spreading his fingers right over my chest. “Still beating?” he whispers, dropping his chin to my shoulder. I sniff, and give him a little nod. He presses a kiss just under my ear, breathing me in. Neither of us say anything as we just sit there, with Will maintaining his protective cocoon around me as I ride out the rest of my panic attack. Every so often he taps his fingers against my chest, like he’s giving instructions to my heart—just a simple one-two beat that has my mouth twitching with the beginnings
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