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"Leslee" Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2018-11-26 15:09:59 +0000 UTC Fuck, fuck, fuck! Matt's mind was whirling. She knew. She had to know. This was how she always acted when she knew something he didn't want her to know. And now, it was about to fuck up his relationship. Her outburst came as he struggled to find the words. Her passive, contained expression gave way to a final wretch of pain as she slapped her hand into the back of her neck. "Dammit!""Baby," Matt muttered. "You okay?" There was something that seemed... different about Leslee. Something the wetsuit was doing to her? Matt couldn't place his finger on it. He reached a hand to help, but she repelled him with her own.
"Wait," she said, her hands clutching at the collar around her throat. "Just wait. I'm fine. I just... need to... get this... thing... off..." The words came between strained breaths that fought to fill tightening lungs. Leslee felt her heart pound in her chest: she had experienced anaphylactic shock once before, and if felt just like this. Her mind raced to the searing sting that still jolted her neck with charges of pure fire. An allergic reaction? How far were they from their car? Or a hospital for that matter?
Matt's thoughts shifted as his feet remained locked in place. He saw the look of concern on her face as she struggle for the zipper on the front of the wetsuit, and he observed, displaying the emotion along with her, the abject shock that overwhelmed both of their faces as the zipper came racing down her body, revealing the cause of her malady.
"What the..." her breath was again taken away, it occurred to her, for an entirely different reason than she had thought. "What the hell?!"
