Hold my Hand

Chapter 11

P.O.V

Sam

I awoke feeling like I was on fire and I had the urgent need to pee. Immediately I became aware of somebody's arm wrapped around me, holding me in place.

Before I had a chance to freak out I noticed the arm holding me was covered in tattoos. It was Seth. With that realization my breathing calmed.

My head was resting on his bare chest, my arm was thrown across his stomach, and my leg was across his hips. Oh my I thought as I lifted my head, my eyes focused on his abdominal muscles before trailing down.

He only had black boxer briefs on. I was quickly becoming flustered at the sight before me, and I was unsure of how I ended up in Seth's bed. The blankets were scrunched up at the bottom, which was no surprise since Seth felt like a freaking heater.

Slowly the events from last night started coming back to me causing the panic to rise yet again and the urge to pee became unbearable. Seth must've brought me back to his house last night I thought as I tried to shimmy out of his hold so I could find the restroom.

I made it out of his grasp with out waking him. Which was amazing to me because I accidentally kneed his head trying to crawl over him to get off the damn bed. Seth's bed was huge, it took up half the room. So the only way to get to the door had been to crawl over him.

After I had stood up I realized that I was no longer wearing my dress. Instead I had on a t shirt that came down to my knees. My face started to heat when I realized that Seth must've undressed me so I could sleep more comfortably.

Exiting Seth's room I made my way down his hall searching for the bathroom. After I relieved my bladder I threw my wild hair into a messy bun with the hair tie I had around my wrist. Then I made my way to the kitchen so I could make Seth some breakfast in way of saying thank you for kicking the perverts butt.

I was shook up by what had happened and I felt the need to distract myself from my negative thoughts before my Haphephobia went back to what it had been before I met Seth. Just thinking about the attack made my skin crawl and my heart race in fear. I knew I needed to go over and talk with Chloe about it after I left here to make sure she was alright. But for now I wanted to focus on something positive.

I opened the fridge and found eggs, a package of baccon, cheese, and an assortment of fruit. Grabbing everything I needed I searched his cupboards for a skillet. Humming a tune I put all my worries out of my mind and lost myself in cooking.

I loved to cook. April always said that I had inherited the knack for it from my mom. It was a good thing I did though because April wasn't exactly the world's greatest cook.

While I was making breakfest I thought about how much my life had changed in just a few short weeks. I went from only socializing with family, and not being able to handle just the most simple touch without feeling burned and panicky; to having friends and a boyfriend who was able to break past all my defenses. His touch set me on fire, but not in the bad way.

I was in the process of singing 'My Girl' by The Temptations and making the bacon when I heard a cough behind me. With a yelp of surprise I turned around to see the blonde man that had been with Seth last night standing across the kitchen in blue pj bottoms with a black t-shirt.

The guy was tall. Taller than Seth even, and where Seth was lean this guy was huge. Huge like the hulk. His arm muscles were probably as big as me. He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair that was tied back, and he had a beard. His icy blue eyes looked me over where I stood in the kitchen holding the spatula like a weapon.