Chapter 32 CLAUSTROPHOBIA

Samantha’s POV

“What?” I asked as I realized what he just said. Me and Miggy? Him and Trish?

I really don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, Trish knew that I slept with him.

“I said—“

“Please, enough!” I raised a hand to stop him from talking.

And suddenly, I gulped when I felt my mouth dry and the walls start closing in on me. My fear in enclosed places started to attack me.

Yes. I am claustrophobic.

I fisted my chest tightly when I slowly felt shortness of my breath. Oh, God! No. Not now, please…

“Samantha…?” Caleb shook my shoulders gently. “Samantha, are you feeling okay?” his eyes darted up to my forehead where I could feel cold sweat breaking out.

“Caleb…” I gripped the collar of my dress while the other hand grabbed his wrist. “Please…help me take this off,” I mumbled, desperate to take the dress off me. I felt like it was notching in my skin like a thousand tiny daggers. “Please—please help me remove this dress…”