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Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I run a brush through my hair. The reflection staring back at me is not the same woman I was a couple of days ago. To be honest, a little of that has to do with Sam making love to me. Closing my eyes, I reflect on that moment and get head to toe tingles with the memories of Sam's touch. I open my eyes looking at myself again. The truth is I'm the reason I feel different. I feel like I'm standing a little taller and have more confidence in myself. Every bit of those feelings comes from the strength within me. I spoke my truth. Owned my past and all the ugly I deal with every day because of it. I feel like I took back a piece of myself when I shared my past with Sam, and then willingly gave myself to him.
My voice.
My choice.
A light knock on the bedroom door pulls me from my thoughts. "Babe, you ready?" Sam asks from the other side. Setting the hairbrush on top of the dresser, I cross the room and open the door. The first thing I notice is the white paper bag in his hand.
"I didn't hear you leave." Reaching out I try to grab it from him, but he pulls it back.
"Not even a good morning kiss? I'm hurt," he grabs his chest pretending to be in pain while smirking. "You would pass up these lips for a chocolate croissant?" he teases.
"Depends." I run my fingers along the seam of his open cut.
Sam steps closer. The smell of chocolate mixed with the scent of his cologne invades my senses. "On what?" he raises a curious brow.
Tilting my head to the side, I look at him. "How good it is," I challenge.
Grasping the back of my neck, Sam crashes his lips down on mine turning my body into an inferno. Once he effectively makes my mind go blank and my knees weak, he pulls away. "Good enough for you?" he gives a cocky grin.
So good.I don't tell him this. I shrug. "I was distracted by hunger. Maybe we should try that again after I eat." As I brush past him, I snag the bag from his hand but don't get far before he pulls me back flush against his body. Dipping his head, he whispers in my ear. The warmth of his breath causes my skin to prickle.
"Maybe we need a repeat of the other night." Sam nips my neck, and my eyes flutter. "I'll feast on your body." Cupping my ass he squeezes. "When I sink into you, I'll make you forget everything but my name on your lips," he says with all the confidence in the world.
Forget the croissant.
Just as fleeting as my thoughts, Sam releases me. "The crew is waiting on my orders for the day. I'll follow you to work as soon as I'm done, so you should have plenty of time to take care of that hunger of yours." He smiles knowing he outplayed me. I narrow my eyes to slits. He's playing dirty.
Touché.I stand there in the hallway with nothing more to say.
Kissing my forehead, Sam steps around me and strides down the hall, leaving me wanting him.Asshole. But he is mine. That thought alone brings the smile back to my face. "Mornin' Emma," I hear him say prompting me to turn around to see Emma standing by the bathroom. Once Sam disappears through the kitchen, Emma whispers.
"Girl, that was so hot I think I need a cold shower." She fans herself.
"You and me both," I mumble as I pass by her making my way to the kitchen.
Once Sam filledhis crew in on what needed to be done today while Grey was sitting outside the house keeping an eye on things, I left for work. I hate Sam has to follow me everywhere. I kind of feel like it's not necessary, but this is how the club does things when they don't know if there is a threat to someone's safety. As of today, they haven't determined either way if there is anything to worry about. So, for now, wherever I go, Sam follows.
"You have a bodyguard today?" Amy greets as she steps out of her car. I look over my shoulder to where Sam has parked his bike.
"Yeah, someone has been snooping around the house, and they haven't found the guy," I explain to Amy.
"You have a crazy life, Sof."
I sigh. She has no idea.
"How are you feeling? The other day at Bella's was pretty intense."
"Much better. I hate you had to see me like that, Amy."
She smiles then looks past my shoulder. "Uh, I'm gonna head inside." I glance behind me noticing Sam heading our way. "You look happy, Sof. That's all that matters," she tells me as she walks up the steps and into her family's restaurant.
"Keys, babe. Looks like rain, so I'll keep watch from your car until lunch." Sam holds out his hand, and I drop my keys in his palm. The sky above us rumbles with the sound of thunder and a small drop of rain lands on my cheek. "Get inside before the bottom falls out," he kisses me.
For it to be a stormy day, the restaurant stays busy. When lunchtime rolls around, I'm ready for a break. "Hey, Amy. You ready for lunch?" I ask her on my way toward the back of the kitchen.
"Can't. Jennifer wasn't feeling well and just left, so I have to wait until you get back to take my break."
I hesitate to take my apron off. "You need me to stay?"
