What kind of torment has he been through to put such nonsense in his head about leaving? Is he truly so used to being unloved and unwanted that he can’t see when he has finally found his family? Is he blind to love because he doesn’t know what it looks like?
My poor, poor Sammy.
I inch closer. My heart is hammering, but I can’t bear to see him suffering. I put my arms awkwardly around him. He moves and clings onto me. Desperately. As if this is the sea and he is truly drowning.
I hold him tight. It is the least I can do. And strangely, this touch is not awful. Far from it. It’s actually nice. Pleasant even. I wonder if it is the mate bond, or simply the fact that Sammy is so upset and the furthest thing from a threat there is? Or maybe I’m healing. Who knows?
But whatever the cause, I’m glad I can give Sammy some comfort. He needs someone. Someone strong and brave and not a broken mess. Someone to look after him, cherish him, and chase all the shadows away. He is a kind, sweet soul and he deserves the very best. Not me. I’m no good for anyone.
This stupid mate bond is an accident I’m going to fix.
In the meantime, I like comforting Sammy, and I’ll try my best for now. But he deserves so much better than me. And somehow I’m going to make sure he gets it.
I’m going to find Sammy someone special.
Chapter six
Sammy
Agroan escapes me before I’ve even opened my eyes. Motherfucker. This is a bitch of a hangover.
“Are you okay?”
The male voice has me yelping and scrambling up to a sitting position. Blue’s beautiful ocean eyes are staring at me. He is sitting calmly by my bed. My heart rate starts to slow.
“Yeah, just a hangover,” I confirm as my gaze falls on the painkillers and a glass of water on my bedside table. “Oh my god, you are such a sweetie,” I gush while diving for the pills.
As I swallow them and gulp down the water, my gaze roves around my room. My now very clean room. I swear it is practically sparkling.
“You did this?” I ask.
He nods solemnly.
“Thank you,” I say.
My heartbeat is picking up again. Is he pissed off at the mess? Did he tidy because he is about to kick me out and give this lovely room to someone else?
Vague memories swirl from last night. Blue reassuring me I could stay. Me crying all over him.
My mouth drops open in horror. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry about last night! What did I do? No! Don’t tell me! I don’t want toknow!”
Blue gives me a strange look, and I don’t blame him at all. That was a mouthful. And I’m always too much. For everyone. And I never learn.
And I’m awful when I’m drunk. A complete nightmare. Any kind of dramatic and over the top shit could have happened.
“It’s okay,” he says, but I can’t tell what he is really thinking.
And now I’m struggling to tear my eyes away from his naked chest. He is only wearing sweatpants and his body is amazing. Like a swimmer’s, which makes perfect sense. Since he is a siren and all.
A familiar, strange dichotomy swirls through me. I’m jealous of his body, because I want to look that good. And I am also attracted to him. I want to lick that gorgeous body all over.
I shudder and pull my attention away. The very last thing Blue needs is me perving on him. He has been lovely to me and this is how I repay him? I’m such an idiot. It is very clear that Blue is sex repulsed, or whatever the correct term is. Ogling him is a repulsive thing for me to do.
Our gazes lock. I still can’t read him, but I swear I can see something like suspicion rippling through his blue eyes. I wince and look away.
“It’s okay,” he repeats.
I sigh and the sadness in the sound surprises me. I was a drunken asshole and Blue stayed the night to keep an eye on me. And he tidied up. He is such a wonderful person. I’m really going to have to fight to stop my needy ass from latching onto him. Show me a bit of kindness and I’m anybody’s. It’s pathetic.
