Chapter Thirteen
Mya
“You get your shower in. I gotta head out to get the food from Noah.”
“What food?” I ask as I gather my clothes from the floor.
“Well, I really did want you to dance with me, but your way was so much sweeter.” He winks and pulls his shirt over his head and slams his hat on after. “I asked him to get some take out and was planning an impromptu picnic.”
I walk over and place a kiss on his chest. “I want you to know that I appreciate that, but I don’t need dates and courting. We have been through so much that the little things truly are little.”
He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. “The little things are the biggest deal, Pet. So, I’ll decide.”
I laugh and roll my eyes right as the door rings outside. “Go shower, I’ll get this set up for us.” He says and smacks my ass.
I shower fast and try to calm my racing heart as I dress. When I come out from the small bathing station in my studio, I see Sam walking around my studio studying every inch.
“What you thinking about?” I ask as I place my hands around his waste from behind. I place a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades loving the feel of his shirtless skin.
He turns to pull me to his side and kisses me sweetly. “I was thinking I could do some cool one-of-a-kind shit in here.” He points his fingers around the studio where my stretch bars should be. “I could make some bad ass bars, industrial steel with the right amount of patina on them. Your floors are concrete and with the dark walls it would look tough.”
I smile because I see his vision. “You would do that?”
He turns to me and looks at me with such adoration I lose my breath. “Amyah, there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
I usually hate my full name being used because only my daddy uses it when he gets pissed at me. Hearing Sam say it with such intense sincerity has me feeling all sorts of the feels.
“I love you and I would do anything for you if you ever asked.”
He smiles his sinister smile. “I could use a blow job.”
I laugh and smack his chest lightly. “Such a romantic.”
He laughs then too. “I know right. Lucky girl.”
“That I am.”
Sam
Its been a few days since the break in and today we are in the studio installing the bars I made her. I redid her railings as well and built a panel for the front of her desk, so everything matches. In all honesty I love doing things for her, the way she is so grateful for the smallest thing. It makes my heart go pitter-pat every time she thanks me.
I don’t recall the last time I was as happy as I am now. I couldn’t have envisioned this for me. I was lost for so many years and now its like…every day’s a damn dream.
It terrifies me. I am scared that at any minute some fucking awful thing will happen and shatter it all. I have woken up every night this week with panic attacks that leave me reeling. I get up and check the locks, the batteries in the fire alarms and only when I know we are safe do I calm down.
I wake her up every time from need so strong I need to have her.
She doesn’t complain, she welcomes me like she always does. But I know I need to get a handle on it, maybe talk to her instead of fucking her.
“Baby!” She snaps in front of my face and I realize she has been calling to me.
“Sorry, Pet. Was in a daze.”
“Everything okay?” She steps close to me and rubs my bicep and the lie burns as it comes from my lips.
“Yeah, just tired.” I say.
She sidles close and wraps her arms around my waist. “Well we did get up too early for any normal human being, but then again I am not against coming on your face a few times like I did last night.
