Alternate breathing was a practice from yoga that helped lower blood pressure, revitalized you when you were feeling tired or stressed, regulated body temperature, and calmed your nervous system. Essentially, it was a way to calm yourself down when you were stressed or anxiety-ridden. I’d often have my clients do it when they were in a moment of panic. It would bring them back to the now, which I desperately needed to ground myself.
The deep breaths slowly wound me down, enough to sleep until the plane landed at our first stop. I checked my phone as soon as I could turn it off of Airplane mode and found that Callum had taken care of everything with Inspired, along with a message from Mia.
Mia: I’m so, so, sorry about your dad. If you need anything, I am here for you! So sorry.
I smiled thinking of her, how caring she was, and that she really would do anything if I needed it. That’s just who she was.
Logan: Thanks. Seeing your face would be nice.
She replied almost instantly.
Oh, fuck me sideways.
Mia: As you wish. Fly safe, and if you need anything…
She’d sent me a picture of her lying in bed, facing the camera, with her sultry eyes staring at me like she’d devour me alive if I were there instead of here. Her lace-clad ass was peeking up behind her brown tresses, begging for my teeth to bite those sweet cheeks.
Talking to Mia might be the only thing that kept me sane while handling my mom and my dad’s death.
I didn’t think about what that meant as I hopped onto my connecting flight and sent her a text before turning Airplane mode back on. She didn’t have to do as I told her to, but I hoped she did. Thoughts of Mia kept me smiling the whole way to Utah.
