Chapter 87

"N-n-no," I said, trying to push him away, but he wasn't budging.

"What was your panic attack about?" Justice asked as his fingers lightly drew random patterns against my inner thigh. "HW said things were fine and then... they weren't."

"I-I-I just remembered something that set me off, okay?" I ground out, trying to ignore the tingles shooting up my spine.

"Not okay," he replied. "What memory?"