Running Away.

I knew I was in big shit. Of course I was. Ian saw Parker's lips on mine. I wouldn't call it kissing, we weren't kissing. He was helping my breathing.

Panic attacks use to be very common with me. I had them all the time in university. And Parker knew that all too well. By pressing his lips to mine, he made sure that my breathing stopped just for a millisecond, so that I could control it again.

The reason for those panic attacks? That was another story altogether. Which I didn't want to tell Ian. Atleast, not yet. I wasn't ready to disclose five years of my...