The day passed quicker than usual. Sam didn't feel like eating, but I encouraged him to have a few bites.
It was a bit of a challenge to get him to open up as he has been quiet for some time now. I believe he was sincere when he asked for my arms.
"I guess I'll leave my arms with you, and go home!" I broke the deadly silence that roamed the place, hoping to get something out of his mouth.
"You know there's no way!" He said as he adjusted his head on my chest, and then continued saying. "I long for this and I need to clear my mind, so this is the best way to do it."
"I thought you wanted to have a conversation and share your feelings!" I replied.
"I assure you, this is better than talking, and, um," he said, intriguing my curiosity.
"And what?" I asked while gently running my fingers through his silky hair. He gazed at me with sad, pleading eyes.
"My father was discovered yesterday with a— uhm gunshot wound to the head. They believe it may have been a— uhm a suicide, but the investigation is still ongoing," he said, expressing a mix of sadness, anger, and helplessness.
"Oh, that's terrible news. I'm sorry to hear that, my dear," I said as I embraced him and kissed his forehead.
"That's not the worst part though, it's my stepmother who's holding me responsible for it," he said, sitting up straight.
I adjusted my posture and inquired "How?—Why?"
"She attempted to seize control of the company by having my father assert ownership of my brand and claim any royalties and assets they could get their hands on!" he stopped speaking momentarily.
"What does it have to do with him passing?" I asked
"She manipulated him and made him take legal action against me, but the court ruled in my favor last week, declaring their claim to be without merit," he said."
"So, she's holding you responsible for their defeat?" I asked
"Y-yes, and she's putting Mike in the middle. He doesn't want to choose sides, but she's pressuring him," he added.
" What do you mean? Why Mike "I inquired
"Mike is my step-brother," he clarified."
I expressed my surprise at the situation, saying, "I thought you were only friends. I'm sorry to hear about all of this. It's a terrible situation." Then, I gently touched his face.
"You ease all of this," he said with a touch of optimism and comfort in his tone.
He hugged me gently, stroked my hair, kissed my temple, and then placed his hand on my waist. I settled in, resting my head on his shoulder and breathing in his familiar scent, which I had missed without realizing it. Seeing him like this was not the ideal way to make amends, not how I had anticipated it to be.
I had hoped for a proper date, but now we find ourselves grieving together in his impressive home, shedding tears and lying in silence for what feels like an eternity. Even though time seems to stand still in this state, eternity may still not be enough to heal from this.
Our conversation has brought clarity to both of us, and I can sense him looking at me with a newfound understanding. It feels as though the heavy air that once suffocated us has become lighter and easier to breathe. However, I still have some unresolved issues with him, but it doesn't seem like the right time to address them. I will do so later, and he is aware that he is at fault, which is a positive sign.
***
I stayed over at his place because I didn't feel right leaving him alone in his current condition. He technically doesn't have any family support, and Mike can't be there for him as much as he should. Despite his mother's disapproval, he still checks in on Sam.
Now, I'm the only support he has, and I would help anyone in need, especially someone I care about deeply.
I switched off my phone because I knew V would be upset if I told her I was spending the night at Sam's without knowing all the details, which is understandable. It's a bit much to spend the night with the guy who stood you up the night before. I also need to make sure she understands that nothing happened,
The sun was shining early, and I found myself in Sam's bed, lying next to him, in his arms to be exact, fully clothed. I tried to escape his arms to go to the bathroom, but his grip was solid, he held me tightly, whispering in a raspy, half-asleep voice, "Where are you going? It's too early." "Bathroom, if you don't mind," I replied.
He planted a kiss on my forehead, then released his embrace and spoke in a menacing manner, "Make sure you're not late!"
I entered the bathroom, which was impressively spacious, and my eyes eagerly took in the surroundings. I discovered a fresh toothbrush and used it without hesitation, as I hadn't done so the previous night.
I can't even remember drifting off to sleep, all I can remember is snuggling with Sam on his living room couch with the TV on.
After I finished, I immediately returned to bed and Sam's arms embraced me like they were a part of me. I turned to him and wrapped my arm around his exposed chest, gently and affectionately, without any impure intentions.
Even if it would be nice to have him, it's not the right time to try or to think about it.
I glanced up at him and noticed his intense and sincere gaze fixed on me. "What?" I inquired, but he didn't respond. Instead, he moved closer to me, gradually closing the distance between us until his lips met mine, placing a soft peck. Then his lips started kissing me properly, passionately, and softly. His tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he got easily. Then, I started exploring my mouth as if it was our first time kissing.
Honestly, everything with him feels like a new experience every time. He uniquely approaches things, and my body responds to his touch in a way that I can't quite explain. Right now, all I can think about at the moment is the intense kiss we're sharing, as our tongues having their own beef, who'd overtake the other, a battle between two horny lips.
Initially, his hands were on my cheeks, but as the kiss intensified, he moved them to the back of my neck, and he ended up being on top of me.
As Sam lifted his head, the kiss came to an end, which was both sad and upsetting. Then he said, "I could get used to waking up to this!" and kissed my nose before returning to our previous posture.
Sam seemed a little better than yesterday; his eyes were a little brighter, and his face wasn't as dismal. I suppose I have the same impact on him as he does on me.
"What do you have planned for today?" I inquired, hoping to divert his attention away from me. "There are no plans!" "You?" he questioned back, looking at me. "I had a class that began an hour ago!" then go to work in four hours and leave by five or six."
"I'm sorry you missed class because of me; you can go if you want to catch the rest of it; I'll drive you," he said."There's no need, it's too late, now" I remarked, "tell me if you change your mind," he said amusingly.
He didn't even try to hide the joy, now that he knows I have technically a day off, and he could be my plans for the day.
"We probably should get up, shower, and get some breakfast," I said with a little seriousness in my voice.
"Do we have to?" he said in agony, like a little grounded kid, "I guess we do, my dear," I responded.
I got up, hopped in the shower, then changed into one of his shirts. a plain white T-shirt. A beautiful smell filled the house. I followed the smell, to find myself in the kitchen, watching Sam as he placed the pancakes on the plates, then fetched some eggs to fry.
The view was heartwarming and delightful, something that put a large smile on my face, I could feel an urge to go and hug him, then smell his neck and kiss his every inch face, I felt the need to love him and show it.
As I shifted my position, his preoccupied expression suddenly shifted toward me, transforming into a radiant smile filled with innocence and pure joy. In that instant, my arms longed to embrace him, to feel the comforting warmth of his presence and the gentle touch of his skin. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, drawing him closer, and softly whispered into his ear, "I could get used to waking up to this!" The words echoed his own as if they were the most natural and genuine reflection of my emotions at that very moment.
Without even glancing, I sensed his mischievous grin spreading across his face. As he delicately arranged the eggs on the plates, his attention shifted towards me. At that moment, his gaze penetrated deep into my very essence, enveloping me with an affectionate intensity that touched my soul. It's remarkable how his eyes possess the ability to traverse every inch of my being, instilling a sense of safety and occasionally turning me on depending on the mood and other factors.
We had a very intense staring challenge until he said "Move in with me!"
Unexpectedly, without any warning, it happened. The suddenness of it all left me astounded, even bewildered. However, I couldn't ignore the fact that he was feeling down, and isolated, and I was the only one he had. It was clear that he longed for some companionship, and I empathized with his desire.
Yet, I couldn't settle for being merely his "roommate," especially since we were no longer together or even in a defined relationship. The uncertainty of our situation left me grappling with countless unanswered questions, causing my mind to be overwhelmed with thoughts and doubts.
" Ask me in six months!" I responded, attempting to be diplomatic and ensuring that I didn't decline his request at the same time, because I do want to move in with him, but I feel it's too early for us, he's just being emotional because of the whole circumstances he's currently facing.
"That's too long, what about three months?" He asked for a bargain, and I said with a light-hearted chuckle "Alright, let's compromise on four months, I don't want to rush things."
"It's just that your presence brings me tranquility, and I want more of it," he said as his gentle touch traced the contours of my face, and then tenderly ran through my hair.
" I need some time to figure this out, and we still have things to talk about and fix, plus this seems like a hasty decision," I said as my eyes were fixated on his
"I can assure you that it's not hasty, but I find myself with no alternative but to match your pace," he said with a tinge of sadness in his voice
"Sweetie, I want us to savor this, I like being around you, I'll stay for a few days until you get better, and I'll have to leave, I can't move in now "gazing at him with my innocent puppy eyes, hoping to sway his decision. And to my delight, it seemed to have an impact on him.
"An honest girlfriend, I don't think I could ask for anything more!" he expressed, leaning closer to my lips.
I playfully responded, "Oh, so we've upgraded to boyfriend/girlfriend status now?"
He replied, "I don't want to waste any more time," and gently kissed me with such tenderness and passion. Although there was no tongue involved, which slightly disappointed me, I found solace in the fact that having him as my boyfriend was more than enough to satisfy me.