Shaye wiped them away with careful fingers, pushed her long, wild hair from her face. This was part of his job too, caring for the bottom when they crashed. He was always able to do it without emotional involvement. Just do his job, take care of the girl until she calmed down. He could do it in his sleep. Why was this time so different? He felt her tears, damn it! What the hell was that about? But he had to think only of her right now. “Shh, Devin. You’re okay,” he crooned to her. “You’re crashing. We talked about this earlier, remember?” She nodded and whispered, “Yes.” “You’ll be okay in a little while. Just let it happen, this crash. Crash into me. Into my arms. I’ve got you.” He pulled her closer, trying to ignore the hammering of his pulse in his veins. The heat coming off her was incredible. That and the sweet scent of her hair, making him want to keep her safe.
