EMMA
The room had never felt so quiet.
I lay against him, my cheek resting on the solid wall of his chest, listening to the rhythm of his breathing Slow and steady.
As the storm passed… seeing him this calm with me made me pleased.
Ian hadn't said a word since the panic attack. Not a question. Not an accusation.
Just silence and the occasional murmur of comfort while his fingers threaded softly through my hair, grounding me when I couldn't trust my mind.
He had locked the door behind us and told me to come into the room until I was well and stabilized.
I didn't miss the fear in his eyes when I reacted to his action, he was so terrified, that he didn't think twice but to just embrace me so tight not minding how I kept attacking him.
I smiled again, inhaling his scent, and then I recalled when we were younger, he used to hold me this way. I always feel safe anytime I lay on him like this.
