Chapter 14

A lot more curses flew out of his mouth, and I am just grateful that this stranger holding my hands could somehow make me open up and express the words that I couldn't say out loud to anyone. I am relieved that this stranger searching my eyes like they are the core of my soul can feel my pain more than people I have known all my life. I am grateful that this stranger... Scratch that. I am happy that my friend Samuel is here with me right now. And even though I finally let it out and cried my eyes out, he held me in his arms and held me together as I crumbled from the weight of all that I had kept inside. I am at ease as he whispers soothing words to me, assuring me that everything will be alright because I will never have to do it alone again.

I am lighter after crying my heart out for what felt like an eternity, as if he lifted a weight off my shoulders. I am still in his arms like a baby because he would not let me go. Maybe I am the one that isn't letting go. I am enjoying being here. His warmth, intoxicating scent and muscular arms are like drugs. I am in heaven, and heaven feels good. If wishes were his arms, I would hug him forever.

Did you not say he was a devil? Should his arms not feel like hell, then? Get it together, Debby. You are too comfortable with someone you met an hour ago. Have some shame, get a backbone and pull yourself out of his clasp. Stop throwing yourself at him like a cheap whore who is hungry for love and care. Your desperation reeks, and not the good kind.

He was reluctant to let go as I pulled away. And I have to admit that it feels good.

"I am sorry for ruining your shirt with makeup. You can take it off, and I will wash it for you."

"Nah, you did not ruin it. Although, I will not pass up the opportunity to show you my desirable body since you are offering."

And just like that, Cocky Samuel is back.

He lifted his shirt, and I turned away, which caused him to chuckle. I know. I am a fucking coward. I missed the perfect opportunity to see his sexy body. I did not trust how I would react. He hands me the shirt with a smirk, and I wish I can use a mop to wipe that smug off his face.

"You don't have to do it now. I'll get it at another time."

"Next time? You want to see me again after all this?"

"Yes. I want to see you again because of all this."

"I don't need your pity, Sam. I've been doing well on my own."

"Hey… hey."

He interrupted my rambling as he pulled to his knees before me and cupped my face with his intense gaze, piercing a hole into me.

"When I said all of this, I meant your transparency. In my world, it is hard to find anyone truthful around me. You opened to me, and I am honoured to be at the receiving end of that. You do not hold back around me, and you call my bullshit with so much ease. I cannot remember the last time anyone poked at me as you do. Everyone is so busy walking on eggshells and pretending around me to get something out of me. But you are different. I want to be your friend because I need you too. I do not pity you. I have compassion towards you and admire your strength. You have done an outstanding job with Sam, and I want to be a part of that. You are not the only one that is alone in this life, Debs. You have a bright light in you, and I have no problem reaching for that light because I could use a little light in my darkness, too. So… yes, I will love to see you again and again… until you tire of seeing my face."

"I highly doubt that anyone would tire of seeing your face."

He chuckled as he wiped my tears with his thumbs.

"And I will never tire of seeing your beautiful face, my lady."

He placed a moist kiss on my forehead, and I felt it in the center of my feet. It felt so good.

Yea, Debby. Only if his lips were to wander further down to where you want it.

Fuck!