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Jack joined me by the hood. “Are you all right?” he asked as he placed his hands on my upper arms.
I wasn't finished having my little panic attack.
“Miller, snap out of it.” He gave me a little shake. “It was just a snake.”
I looked at him, “Just a snake? Just a snake?” My voice went up a whole octave. “You didn't have a reptile start to make out with you!” I shouted with all the venom I had.
He yanked me into his arms, pressed me against his hard length, my cheek chilled by the nylon of his coat. “Shh,” he whispered in my ear, calmly stroking my back. “It's okay now. Shh.”
As the adrenaline started to dissipate, I noticed how comforting it was to be wrapped in Jack's arms. How good it felt to have him make it all better.
“I have to say, Miller, next time you want me to cop a fee
