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Chapter Twenty- Four
Theo
I didn’t know how bad my anxiety was until Sam came along. Logically, I knew my attacks of worrying and pacing around the house weren’t normal, but I didn’t know how much they affected me until now.
Last week, we were lying in bed, and it was late. I couldn’t sleep and was staring at the ceiling, my heart racing wildly when he caressed my cheek.
“You’re anxious. I can practically hear your brain going now. Like an old laptop,” He whispered in the dark.
I threw both hands over my face and laughed at his description. This beautiful man.
“Jesus Christ. I am, all the time. I think about every single thing that could go wrong about basically everything and anything in my life.”
He removed my hands gently from my face and replaced them with his, forcing me to look at him. He was sitting up, scanning my face. I could barely see his eyes, but I
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