Between The Lines

Chapter 58: Who the Hell is Samantha?

Lane's POV (1st person):

Suddenly, I heard a soft groan from the other couch. Rebecca was waking up. I lifted my head, running a hand through my hair to try and look somewhat presentable.

"Rebecca?" I called softly, leaning forward.

She blinked, her eyes fluttering open. "Mr. Montgomery?"

"Lane," I corrected gently. "How are you feeling?"

She rubbed her eyes, sitting up slowly. "Better, I think. How long was I out?"

"A few hours," I said, watching her closely. "You needed the rest."

Rebecca looked around the room, her gaze eventually landing on me. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she realised the intimate setting. Without warning, she suddenly stood up and rushed towards me, her movements fuelled by a mix of relief and overwhelming emotion.

"Thank you for saving me!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck and unintentionally straddling my waist. The sudden contact was electrifying, her body pressing against mine in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

"Rebecca," I started, trying to maintain my composure as her warmth seeped through my clothes. "You don't have to—"

But she cut me off, her voice breaking as she started sobbing into my chest. "I can't take it anymore, Sir. It's too much."

Her tears soaked through my shirt, and I wrapped my arms around her instinctively, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, Rebecca. You're safe now."

She cried harder, her body trembling against mine. The intimacy of the position was undeniable, her body pressing against me in a way that made it difficult to think straight. But I couldn't push her away. Not now.

"Rebecca," I whispered, my voice strained. "You need to calm down."

She lifted her head, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I don't know what to do, Sir. I'm so scared."

I tightened my hold on her, my hands moving to her waist. "I'm here. You're not alone."

She sniffled, her breath hitching as she tried to calm down. "I feel so... vulnerable."

"I know," I said softly. "But you're strong, Rebecca. You'll get through this."

She shook her head, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. "I don't feel strong."

"You are," I insisted, my grip on her waist tightening. "You're one of the strongest people I know."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "Why do you care so much?"

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. "Because you matter to me, Rebecca. More than you know."

Her eyes searched mine, her breath catching. "Sir..."

Before I could respond, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Being this close to you... it drives me crazy."

I felt a surge of desire at her words, my resolve weakening. "Rebecca, this isn't right."

"I know," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "But it feels so good."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. "You have to get off me," I said, my voice strained.

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before finally shifting her weight. But instead of moving away, she ended up pressing against me even more, her body fitting perfectly against mine. The sensation was almost too much to bear.