Imagine calming J down in the car, after a highst went bad and he lost money.
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I was sitting, quitly my legs crossed and body tence. He was fuming. Those idiots fucked everything up. All they had to do was disarm an alarm and they couldn't causing us to loose 50K. J's hand was placed tightly on my knee. If he squeezed any harder he'd rip the skin. I new better than to say anything or I'd get it. My hand slowly went to his, relising the grip he had on my knee and slipped my hand inside his, holding it tightly. I saw his eyes flicker to me and they looked calmer. I was his weakness after all. I brought his hand up to my lips and placed soft, gental, kisses on every tattooed knuckle. I heard a large sigh escape his mouth as he squeezed my hand tightly. It worked he was calmer, not by much but enough so we're wernt going 155mph but 120mph instead.
