We lie there in awkward silence for a few moments until I finally whisper, “Jay?”“Yeah.” His voice is a strangled rasp.“Will you hold me?”He makes a tortured sound. “Fuck, Layla, I don't think that's a good—"His words trail off whenever I scoot closer to him. I curl close to him and breathe deeply, allowing his comforting scent to wash over me. He's so big and warm, and I feel safe in his presence.“Motherfuck,” he grumbles under his breath before he finally opens his arms and allows me to settle in.I happily snuggle into him, and oh my god, I feel so at home here. Everything about Jay is big and makes me feel safe—like nothing could ever hurt me again.He strokes his hands through my hair, petting me like a kitten, as he asks gruffly, “Do you want to talk about it?”I let out a stuttering breath. “There's nothing to talk about. I've been afraid of storms for as long as I can remember.” I snuggle closer to him and press a hand against his chest.His breathing becomes heavier, and
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