Just My Luck (boyxboy)

Ch4. Sam

Sam's POV

My eyes snapped open with a gasp as I jumped myself awake breathing heavy. What happened?

The realization started coming in as I looked at what I was laying my forehead on, finding a metal table. My hands were tied behind my back. I sat up quickly in another panic.

Looking down on the table where my head was I could see dried blood left between and my head pounding hard.

I hissed in pain.

"Finally awake," a familiar voice said. "Do you sleep well?"

I looked over quickly to see the same gorgeous guy from before. I looked around the room avoiding his eyes since they were the reason I was in this mess.

Two other people were standing in the corner of the gray concrete-looking room. They weren't the same two from before. They weren't as big and intimidating as the other two were either but they still looked mean. Where the hell was I?

Once he realized I wasn't going to say anything, he sighed loudly. "Fine. That's none of my business anyway. So who are you?" He asked, getting a little annoyed but there was a softness in his tone at the same time.

I looked down at the dried blood on the table. I wasn't going to say shit to this man. It wasn't his business to know who I was either.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I stayed quiet again. I should have run as soon as I got that phone. Yeah, he was definitely something to look at but I shouldn't have stopped. Now, who knows what they'll do to me. All over that stupid phone.

I won't tell them anything. They're going to kill me either way and I will not go down known as a rat either, I needed to at least hold a little of my dignity. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to keep myself calm.

"Not going to speak," he growled slightly in a tsk as I opened my eyes to meet his now glowing light blues in anger. He leaned forward as his eyes narrowed. "Bravery will get you nowhere down here."

I swallowed hard as my heart started pounding harder against my chest. I looked into his eyes, suddenly wanting to say my name. I wanted to hear my name leave his lips as I looked right at them. They were the perfect size. Not too small or too big to match his perfect face. I bet they're as soft as they looked. I wonder how they would feel against my skin.

His eyes widened. "Stop that now," he said leaning back a little and rubbing his nose like he was smelling something gross.

I shook my head, shocked at my own thoughts. Why the hell was I thinking about that? This guy is more than likely about to torture me for information and I'm over here turning myself on imagining his lips on my body. What was wrong with me?

The two guys looked at each other confused before looking back at me with a weird look on their faces too as my face started to heat. Did they all hear my thoughts? I know I didn't say any of that out loud... Right?

I looked back at the man in front of me as he ran his fingers through his hair looking down at something. I could tell he was bouncing one of his legs quickly under the table.

Wow, his fingers looked really good doing that. I wonder how they would feel in my hair, brushing against my scalp so tenderly... Again! Why was I having these thoughts while I was clearly in danger? There was something wrong with me.

Without a word, he stood up and practically threw the heavy medal table that was between us out of his way. I looked up at him in fear as he walked closer.

My breath was heavy and my lips parted as I leaned back in the chair and tilted my head slightly to the side. Fuck why is my body reacting so crazy around him? He slammed his hand on both sides of my head, grabbing the back of the chair, leaning me back as he lifted the two front legs off the ground. My heart was racing. Waves ran down my whole body as I just stared at him getting closer and closer.