I open my eyes and let out a small Yelp when I see Samuel sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Hey" I rasp out while sitting up "when did you get here?"
I receive no response.
I touch his arm and feel a wet substance.
He turns to face me and I see blood on his arm while he tries to stitch an open wound.
"Oh my god" I cover my mouth with my clean hand and feel tears at the brim of my eyes.
I hate the sight of blood, it makes me sick to the stomach.
But growing up in Trinidad, I got used to it
All these years in Atlanta made me soft.
"Calm down mama, go wash up yo hands and come help me stitch this shit" he grunts while pulling the needle through his skin.
"O-okay" I stutter while running to the bathroom.
I rinse my hands and wash it with hand soap.
I then brush my teeth and quickly go back out to my bedroom to help him stitch his arm
After what feels like an eternity of silence, I say whats been dreading on my mind since I woke up
"What happened?"
"Just some work that ended up going left" he chuckles bitterly, followed by a groan as I pull the needle through his arm again.
I decide to not pressure it because I know he doesn't really wanna talk about it by his body language.
After finishing stitching his arm, I'm about to walk away but I feel him grab my arm and pull my back into him.
He pulls me to stand between his legs and hugs me while letting out a heavy sigh.
I just stand there.
Hugging him back.
"There's sum in the kitchen for you" he mumbles as he lets me go.
"Really?" I walk out of my room with him hot on my trail.
I let out a gasp, followed by a shriek before running up to the million roses on my kitchen island
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"Thank youuu so much" I run up to him, jumping into his arms.
He wraps his arms around my thighs and smiles.
"No problem ma. I wanted to make up for last night"
"I'm sorry for being so mean" I pout while looking him straight I'm the eyes.
"It's okay..now get yo heavy ass off me before my stitches come undone" he says while practically pushing me off him.
I lose my balance, causing me to fall flat on my ass.
"Samuel!" I yell in anger.
That shit actually hurt bruh
"Girl stop calling me by my government I'm gon hit you" his face goes back to it's natural mug as he pulls me up from the floor.
"What you wanna do today?" He leads me to the couch and sits me down, then sits next to me.
He throws my legs over his lap and begins massaging my feet
This is what he does, he's always touching me but never in a sexual way.
Either rubbing my feet, hugging me, cuddling me, smelling my hair. All types of shit.
"Uhh, movies?" I suggest.
"Nah we did that last week"
"Playground? Then we can just get food and come back here"
"Sure. Go get ready I'm going home to take a shower I'll be back" he mumbles as he places my feet back on the ground and leaves the house, shutting the door behind him.
I get up, heading to my bathroom to take a shower and to do my morning routine.
As I'm standing in the mirror, I get this feeling that someone's watching me but I decide to brush it off.
After taking my shower, I go to my walk in closet to look for something simple to wear.
And I decide on a simple denim jeans and white crop top.
I grab my small snake print purse and head to the living room.
In not even 10 minutes, I get a call from Sam, telling me he's outside.
"Wait wait wait you look too good li ma. Pose fuh the cameraaa" he screams before going down on one knee and pulling out his phone
I giggle, posing as the flash goes off a couple times before he stands back up and shows me the pictures.
"Ouuu I like this one" I grin while pointing at the picture.
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"I like it too..let's go, it's hot out here" he mumbles before walking away with his phone.
Bruh sometimes I swear this nigga bipolar.
I get in his car and buckle my seatbelt, waiting for him to drive off.
He hands me the aux cord as he pulls out from my driveway and speeds down to the playground.
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