Neurospicy H*es: I Was Mid-Panic Attack When My Mom’s Boyfriend Started Undoing My Jeans

Zariah (hers):

I was mid panic attack on the floor when my mom’s boyfriend walked into my room and said he could help.

Said I needed to be touched just right.

Said he could pull me back into my body if I let him.

I did.

Now I can’t sleep in my own bed.

Can’t look at him without remembering how his mouth felt on my throat while I broke apart around his fingers.

It should feel wrong. It should make me ashamed.

But all I feel is alive.

Because the truth is, I was drowning.

And Darion is the first man who ever knew how to hold me through the noise.

Even if the whole world would lose its mind if they found out.

Darion (his):

I knew she wasn’t just another anxious girl.

I saw it the first time I caught her shaking in silence.

Zariah burns hot.

Overthinks. Spirals. Feels everything too hard and too fast.

And I wanted all of it.

She’s not mine by blood. Not even technically mine by law.

But I’ve touched every inch of her.

Held her through every breakdown.

Fucked her through every storm.

Her body listens to me better than her brain ever did.

And I’d let the world burn before I give her back.

She wants to be ruined.

I just want to make sure it’s me who does it.