Escape

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sam parked the car right outside the apartment and grabbed my bags from the truck. I'm in the passenger seat, terrified to move. Sam comes over to the passenger door and opens it up for me.

"Come on, baby. It's okay." He holds his hand out and help me out of the car.

We walk into the apartment and lock the door behind us. Sam brings my bags upstairs and I follow behind. He drops them by the bed and walks into the bathroom. He starts the shower and walks back over to me. He grabs my hand and walks me into the bathroom with him. He undressed himself, and then begins to undress me. He tosses our clothes to the floor and brings me into the shower. He sits on the floor of the shower and I follow. He puts his back the wall, facing the shower head and sits me in-between his legs with my back to him.

"Lay back, Payton. Let the warm water relax you." I lay my head back on his chest. He takes the soap I left behind and begins to massage my shoulders and my neck. He plants kisses around my hairline. This is a comfort and a human warmth I've never known to exist. Our breathing synchronizes and I swear our heartbeats do as well. I begin to cry. Not from sadness, but from pure relief of where I am and who I'm with.

"It's okay baby." Sam whispers as he wraps his arms around me and holds me.

"There's just nowhere else I'd rather be than right here." I sigh and we sit together and allow the water to shower over us for a moment. "But we should also get out before the cold water comes." I smile up at Sam.

"Ah, yes. You're right." He laughs.

We both stand and I turn the shower off. We step out of the shower and I find a couple of towels I left under the bathroom sink. I hand one to Sam and we dry off.

We walk back to the bedroom. Sam's towel is wrapped in a way wear it just barely hangs off his hips. His dark hair hangs over his forehead as water droplets collect at the tips before dripping down his face. His tattoos move over his muscles as he breathes. I find myself staring so intently and I cannot look away.

He notices my stare and walks over to me. He unwraps my towel and drops it to the floor. Then he drops his own towel. I take my hand and run it over his chest while the other grasps his arm. He stands still, arms at his side, allowing me to take in everything that he is. I want to memorize every tattoo, every muscle, and every curve. I look up at him and meet his eyes. They're kind, so kind. And so hopeful for us.

He moves his hands to the side of my face and holds my head in his hands. He leans down and our lips meet. I feel his wet hair dust across my forehead. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me. He breaks the kiss and pulls me towards the bed. He lays back and pulls me on top of him. I place my knees on each side of him. He lays as I'm sitting over him. We have each other's hands together, intertwining our fingers. I lean down and take his mouth in mine, so deeply. Like this is the last kiss I'll ever have. He rolls to the side and I follow, lying next to him. He separates my legs with his knee and connects us into one person. One soul. As he pulses, he brings his thumb to my center and massages gently, bringing a pit to my stomach. Both him and his hand pick up speed, bringing me closer and closer to euphoria. I take my hand and grasp his hair gently releasing a moan from him, which is enough to bring me over the edge, and he follows close behind.

"I'll never need another thing in this world, as long as I have you." He says in a whisper as he lays down next to me, facing me. I roll to face him and find my future in his eyes. I watch him slowly drift off, and I follow.