It's so hot under here.
I pushed away the duvet covers currently suffocating me, only to be met with hard muscle under soft skin and a familiar groan of protest.
Damn, not again…
Marco needed to stop being so supportive about my panic attacks. I could never remember what would happen or how he'd calm me down, but waking up the next day in his sleepy embrace was never a peaceful experience.
Shifting my legs around to unwind from between his, I hissed when a shot of sensitivity shot up my body from between my legs—
My eyes snapped wide open in an instant, all trace of sleep erased from my system as my heartbeat began kicking into overdrive.
It was just the same as the other times except… I could remember. Everything.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, you've got to be fucking kidding me.
Trying not to panic, I gently pushed his arm away and placed it on my pillow as I shifted to sit up, which was another painful experience altogether.
