When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty: Screw Omelettes

Samantha

"How did you even get into the bath tub?" Nick scolded me like a child. I was currently sitting on his bed, thankfully now fully clothed.

Nick had ran out of the room muttering something under his breath and telling me to get dressed.

Scoffing, I answered him, "I hopped."

"You hopped? Like on one foot?" he clarified as if he couldn't believe that's how I'd done it.

"Yes, on my good foot," I groaned, frustrated that he wasn't getting this. I had been shot in my right calf and a piece of glass as large as a button had lodged it's way into my right foot. A bullet also had pierced my right shoulder.

So it was safe to say I had been sleeping on my left side.

"Well I don't want you up and moving around again. A bullet wound isn't to be taken lightly. You could lose your whole right leg if you aren't careful," Nick continued to badger me about this.

"So what, you're just going to help me go to the bathroom?" I smirked, knowing how much that would bother him. As I predicted, the tips of his ears turned red and he moved towards the door.

"Wait!" my voice was louder than I wanted to to be and I instantly shied away from Nick's questioning stare.

"Yes?" he asked, coming back towards me.

"Um, do you think I could get some food?" I asked, eyes cast downwards. Nick nodded and stood up to go retrieve my breakfast.

I stood up on my one good foot, grabbing his arm and stopping him. He looked back at me in surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Taking a bath on my own was hard enough. I just couldn't be alone, not after what happened.

"Can I come with?"

"You can hardly walk," Nick pointed out, but I could tell he was concerned.

"Then carry me," I smirked.

"I'm not your personal carriage," he shot back at me, crossing his arms.

"Fine, go ahead and leave me all alone in your room with all of your things," I teased, gesturing to the various breakable items nearby.

I shouted in surprise as I was whisked off of the ground and into Nick's arms. Before I knew it, I was being unceremoniously dropped down onto a couch that sat just a few feet away from the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" he tossed the question over his shoulder as he strolled into the kitchen.

I picked up the television remote and called back to him, "I don't know, an omelette?"

Nick didn't reply so I assumed he was getting started on that. I heard various noises coming from the kitchen and at one point I was sure I heard his bedroom door open and then close a few moments later.

Soon I decided that it was best to just relax until my meal was finished. I sunk further into the enormous sofa and clicked the 'on' button on the remote.

"Oh fuck baby yes!" The enthusiastic woman on the screen shouted as she moved in sync with another woman. Both were naked and both were part taking in an activity reserved for the bedroom. This particular moment was happening in a car.

At the sheer volume of her moans, I dropped the remote and it clattered onto the hardwood floor with a crash louder than the busty blonde on the screen. I winced, and tore my eyes away from what I could clearly identify as Nick's porn movie playing on the television.

My arms stretched towards the remote by my feet, but I had forgotten about my right shoulder. Nick had already ran into the room, and was marching towards me with a face as red as Satan's bottom. Sadly, he was only wearing a pair of sweat pants.

My stretching shoulder shot pain down my entire body and I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.

Nick paused, looking at me for a moment. He scooped up the remote from the floor and clicked the television off. Silence filled the room, and I whimpered as I tried to lean back onto the couch.

"What the hell did you do?" Nick fumed, waving the remote at the TV to emphasize what he meant.

"It's not my fault you don't put your porn films back when you're done," I growled through gritted teeth. Nick seemed to notice my pain and his eyes softened a bit.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, and his accent shone through is words even more with his worry.

"I stretched it and it hurts," I explained, grasping my right shoulder with my left hand. Nick's eyebrows drew together and he left the room for a moment.

He returned with an ice pack, which he pressed against my shoulder and then leaned my shoulder against the couch.

"There, now don't touch anything," he growled.

"Yes, sir. I don't know which part of this couch you sat on while watching that so I probably won't touch anything in your home again," I teased, hiding a smirk.

"Don't be ridiculous, that film was Conner's. He must've left it from when he stayed here last. I don't watch television in here," Nick scoffed, rolling his eyes at me.

"So you don't watch porn?" the question was out before I could dampen it down. I could feel my face get hot and I knew he could tell I was blushing.

He raised one eyebrow and his jaw ticked, which then led into the biggest smirk I had ever seen on Nick Sanduvol's face. He prowled back towards me, letting one knee hit the sofa beside my own leg. He leaned over and placed one powerful arm on the cushion behind me.

His face came so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath. His naked chest was inches from my twitching fingers.

"I don't need porn darling, I've got plenty other ways to fill my nights," he purred, his voice barely a whisper. My throat went dry and I couldn't seem to bring myself to swallow.

My heart was pounding and my stomach dropped as he inched closer.

"Y-you mean training to be a professional asshole?" I stuttered. Fuck.

Nick's smirk grew wider and he leaned closer.

"What's wrong, Samantha? You've never been this up close and personal with a professional asshole before?" he asked me, and I felt my own smirk grow.

"I was this close with Daniel."

I felt a growl come from Nick's chest. An actual growl as if he couldn't help but get angry at the idea of Daniel and I together.

"What's wrong, Nick? Never been this close to an experienced girl?" I teased. It wasn't like I was a virgin, but 'experienced' might be pushing it.

Nick took in a long breath through his nose. His smirk was now gone and his jaw ticked every so often as if he was holding something back.

"I've never been this close to a girl like you," Nick spoke, his words melted me. Suddenly I wanted things to be different between us. It wasn't about teasing his boyish ways. This was different. There were actual feelings here.

I could feel the electricity in the air hanging over us. He inched closer and my eyelids dropped.

At that moment, the fire alarm decided now was a good time to tell us my food was being burnt.

"Oh Christ! The omelette!" Nick exclaimed and jumped away from me.

Oxygen returned to my body and I felt normal again. But it was wrong. I wanted to go back and have Nick hovering over me and saying those things. I'd rather be breathless and shaking instead of this calm I felt washing over me now.

"Screw omelettes," I huffed under my breath.