Miss Harrington part two

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Deacon

She didn't hear me come into her house which, fucking frightens me because her door wasn't locked and I walked right the fuck in.

And now, she's curled up in a ball on the floor, clutching the heels I told her to wear.

I stare down at her and all I want to fucking do is wrap her in my arms and make everything okay again. Wait, was it ever okay?

"Myla? What's going on? Why are you hunched over like that?"

"I... I had another flashback." She sobs as her body trembles.

"Fucking Christ."

I bend down and scoop her fragile little body in my arms and carry her over to her bed.

I lay her down on it and try to pry her heels out of her hands but she yanks them away from me and slips her feet right into them, smiling at me like nothing was ever fucking wrong.

I stand at the foot of her bed, confused and turned on at the same fucking time, waiting to see what her next move is going to fucking be. Without saying anything, she reaches her hands out and works my button and