Blue Ribbon
What in god's name is happening to me?
"Chase, I don't think I am okay," I mumbled, my voice came out all weak and strangled.
His eyebrows pulled together and worry flashed in his eyes, "What do you mean? What's wrong?"
I took his hand in mine and pressed it against my chest, against my wildly racing heart, "Why is my heart beating this much fast?"
His gaze drops to his hand, to mine over it and I know he is feeling it. That wild organ pumping so hard against my rib cage.
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