A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
I wrapped my uninjured arm around her and held her tight as she shook, her sobs tearing through her body like something breaking apart from the inside.
“It’s okay,” I murmured against her hair. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
But I didn’t.
Not really.
She was unraveling.
And if she kept remembering this way—sudden, violent, uncontrolled—she was going to hurt herself. Or worse.
Her cries grew frantic, breath coming too fast, too shallow.
Panic attack.
I shifted slightly, angling her head against my shoulder, my fingers finding the familiar place at the side of her neck.