Dinner with the Daltons tonight has me all clamy and jittery . I settled for a pair of jeans and a plain black vest . I brush my hair up into a somewhat neat bun . I pace my room trying to decide what shoes to wear .
"Pinky !" You know who is screaming already .
"Coming ! "I slip on my nearest pair of shoes : bunny bed slippers and skip downstairs to unlock the door .
"You scream quite loud . I heard you from my room ." He gives me his famous grin and pulls me out of the house .
"You have your phone ?" I nod and he shuts the door , sets the alarm and drags me to his ... motorcycle . I histerically laugh . No way am I steping foot near that thing .
He sees my distress and pulls me to him . His hand rests on my waist as he paints an image into my mind .
"Live a little . Comeeee onnn ." I reluctantly sigh and make my way to the death trap .
"Hi , I'm Carter Dalton . It's a pleasure to meet you Paris Miller ." He smiles at me when I flick his forehead . He lifts me up to sit on his motorcycle ; he steps forward and undoes my bun . I scold at him and grit my teeth when he places his chrome helmet over my head .
"I'll keep it safe ." He gestures to my avacoado scunchie that now rests on his wrist . He slips off his famous lether jacket (that gives him that bad boy edge all the girls at school swoon for ) and slips it onto me . His citrusy scent drowns me . I love it . With a tap on the halmet , he jumps on too making the beast rock gently .
"Hold on tight Pinky ." Although I can not see his smirk , I can hear it in his voice . I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head in his neck . I feel him shiver against my touch .
The beast roars to life and I squeal . I feel suddenly closed in the hamlet . I tap his shoulder and he turns the engine off . I can not breath. He takes it off my head instantly . I'm heaving . He pulls me off the bike and into his chest . His hands go into my hair and he forces me to look up . I don't meet his eyes as I feel my eyes brim with fresh tears .
"Look at me ." He says trying to coax me out of a panick attack . I look at him and all I see is pure worry in his eyes .
"Breath Paris ." Hot tears begin to flow down my cheeks .
"Okay breath with me ." His scent suddenly wafts over me when my head connects with his chest . I choke on my tears and he brushes my cheeks with the soft pad of his fingers . I feel his chest rise and fall underneath me . I take my hand and rest it on his chest . I focous on the rise and fall of his chest and the feeling of his fingers carassing my cheek . Before , I know it my breathing matches his . This is the fastest I've overcome a panick attack . I take deep breaths and inhale his scent . The attack is long over but he keeps me to his chest and his fingers dancing on my now dry cheeks . He places a gentle kiss on top of my head . It lingers as I feel his breath agaisnt my scalp .
"You're safe ." He whispers near my ear and hugs me tightly to him .
"When did they start ?" He mumbles into my hair .
"Ummm ... not so long ago ." My voice is hoarse making me clear my throat .
"How many have you had ?" He strokes my hair .
"This is my second one. The first took a good hour to calm down . " This one took about ten minutes . He doesn't reply instead his just hugs me tighter . I position my arms around his neck and I place my head in his neck .
12. Teach Paris how to hug ( Carter especially )
The hug is just like the first one . His head is in my neck and mine in his . He rubs little circles on my back while the other stays in my hair . His breath is warm against my neck and his scent is deliciously intoxicating . It's a good thing he is holding me up ... I 'm not over exagerating .
"Seems like someone has mastered number 12 ." I feel the way his lips curve up into his famous smirk and I get goosebumps .
"Only for you ..." his breath hitches after I utter those words .
AN: to those who suffer from panick attacks I wish you a Carter in you life to help you get through it the way he helps Paris . Sending hugs ❤
xoxo
L2007
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