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Disappointment crosses Lenny’s face, but she masks it well. “Of course.” She pulls her phone from her pocket. “Can I have your number? I’ll text you mine.”
Butterflies float around inside my stomach. I’m really doing this. I’m going to willingly put myself out there.
“Yeah. Me too,” Jace adds.
Bash looks at me with a mix of laughter and pity in his eyes. “Bad news, Amelia. Their family brings codependency to a whole new level. Have fun with that.”
Lenny, Jace, and I exchange numbers before we hug awkwardly and say our goodbyes.
Once it’s just Sam and me left, I lace my fingers through his. “Are you alright?”
He turns and tugs me behind him, quietly leading me up the stairs and into his room. Once the door is shut and the light turned on, he peels off his wool coat, and I get a glimpse of what looks like tiny spots of blood on his white dress shirt. “Sam,” I gasp as my heart speeds up. “Are you okay?” I reach toward him only for him to step back.
“Yeah. I’m alright.” His voice is tired. Defeated.
“Sam...” I plead, letting his name hang in the air. “You’re not alright. You may be able to fool everyone else, but I’m not them.”
He starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Shower with me, Snow. Help me wash away this day.” The lines on his face show the toll that’s been taken.
“Tell me what’s going on.” I place my hands over his and finish unbuttoning his shirt. “No hiding. No more lies. Remember?” I need to lessen this load for him. Take care of him. “Let me help you.”
His hands stop mine. “No more lies. I promise. But there are certain things I can’t tell you. It’s for your safety as much as it’s for mine.”
“Should I be scared?” I ask coyly, batting my lashes as I push his white shirt over his shoulders and watch it fall to the floor.
My hand moves to the buckle of his leather belt before he stops me. “You will never need to be scared, Snow. Never again. But there are things we can’t discuss. Not yet. Not legally.”
I step back and pull my shirt over my head, adding it to the growing pile. “Then when can we discuss them?” Turning, I begin to walk away.
Sam follows me into the bathroom, watching me strip out of my leggings and underwear. He reaches into the shower and turns on all the showerheads, allowing steam to start filling the room. “We can discuss more after you’re my wife, Amelia. Right now, they could force you to testify against me.”
“Then marry me, Sam. A piece of paper means nothing to me. It doesn’t change anything between us.” I trace the stitches above his eye and slide my lips over his. “I love you. Nothing is going to change that.”
Backing me into the shower, he deepens our kiss.
My hips grind against him helplessly, wanting more.
He bites my lip then sucks it into his mouth as he picks me up.
My arms circle his shoulders as my nails score his skin.
My legs automatically circle his waist when he leans me up against the cool tile.
His tongue dances over my pulse point before his teeth graze my skin. “That piece of paper means something to me. We’re not getting married because I watched a man die. When we get married, it’s going to be because I got down on one knee and asked you to be my wife. I’m not going to marry you so you don’t have to testify against me, Amelia. I’m going to marry you so I can spend the rest of my life making you smile.” Hot water rushes over the tension in his face, washing away the weariness I saw earlier. Sam lines his cock up and slowly lowers me onto him as he thrusts. “Call me old-fashioned, but I want to marry you in a church. I want to stand in front of God and promise to love you every day until I take my last breath.” One hand smooths my wet hair from my eyes as the water beats down on us, and his lips graze mine. His slow pace picks up in intensity until he’s fucking me like it’s the last night of our lives. My stomach tightens, and the room begins to close in around us as my orgasm sits just out of reach.
Sam kisses a trail up to my ear, then whispers, “Because I do love you, Amelia. And I’m going to ask soon.”
How did I ever live without this man?
Sam’s blue eyes turn molten before his mouth is back on mine and he fucks me hard.
Consuming me.
And I’m lost and found all at once.
His tongue claiming mine as hungry hands grip my ass tightly.
Holding me to him.
Filling me completely. Loving me completely.
“Tell me you’re mine, Snow.”
“I’m yours, Sam. I’ve only ever been yours.”
He bites down on my lip, and I come, chanting his name.
Thanking God this man is mine.
