BREELYNN’S POV
The panic attacks came after the incident with Mitch. Which makes sense, but it’s not like my life was easy before that son of a b***h. I am just glad my breathing has finally slowed, and my heart rate seems to be at its normal speed.
I push myself up from the damp dock; Marco sits far enough away to grant me space but is still on the dock with me. “I don’t blame you, but I don’t want to talk about it either,” I tell him as I stand and brush the dirt off my clothes. Since all of us females only have one outfit, Carmela was nice enough to wash them yesterday while we were all wearing oversized tee-shirts to sleep in.
Marco is in front of me when I look up, not even inches away. His presence is intense and desirable, and I hate it when I can’t pull away from him. He’s too
