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C h a p t e r S i x »»————> B o s s <————«« Sofia Warren
I shoot forward, frantically looking around the room, my chest heaves violently. I gasp for air like I've never felt oxygen fill my lungs before, desperate for some relief.
Nothing. None of it is getting to my lungs. The air is slowly disappearing from my chest. Slowly escaping my lungs. I try to hold it in, every last bit. Fuck.
I grasp at my throat. Clawing at it, begging for air, dying for air. Breathe goddamnit! I need to fucking breathe!
"Sofia... shhh," Ryder's hand touches my back, his voice smooth as silk.
"Lay back," He says, the calmness in his voice puts me in a trance, my brain switches to autopilot, I follow his instructions without a second thought.
My chest hurts and my lungs ache for air. I lay back, my chest shooting up and down.
"Focus on me, okay? Not breathing,"
He slowly drags his finger across my forehead. His rough, cold hands, rubbing my forehead. He stays focused on me. His brown eyes gain all my attention, I stare into them, still frantically trying to get air.
"Slow your breaths, control them, don't let them control you,"
I feel his cold hand on my cheek, he looks deep into my eyes as he now hovers over me. Knees on both sides of my hips, one hand balled up in a fist, holding him above me, while the other cups my face.
I take deep breaths now, and slowly, my heaving turns to slow deep breaths, finally I seem to get some air back in my lungs. I try to rush one in but Ryders hand pushes on my chest lightly, signaling me to take my time.
I squeeze my eyes shut as breaths begin to come easier and easier. Ryder sits back and quits touching me. This makes my stomach slightly knot, but I don't pay attention to it.
"Thank you," I mumble, now able to breathe.
"Can't have you dying on me," He says. It seems sarcastic, but it does confuse me slightly, I feel like there is a lot of truth behind his statement. Why does he keep saving my life?
"Weren't you gonna kill me anyway?" I glare at harshly at him, but he has a playful expression, and a small smile cracks on his lips.
"Thats what I need you to think," He pushes off the bed, his comment confuses the hell out of me, but I've learned it's not best to push him, so I leave it alone.
"Can I go shower?" I move on, trying to get past the fact that I just had a panic attack for no reason.
"Can I watch?" He says. He's just sitting back in his desk chair as if he didn't just say that.
My face heats up and I look away. "No,"
"That's rude," He says dryly. I only roll my eyes in response.
