Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 29: Even More Danger

Sexual content ahead. (Nothing major, but if you're uncomfortable reading it, skip to the next bold part.)

QOC: Are any of my #MendesArmy members going to any of Shawn's tour concerts in 2019? (I'm heading to the Denver one, if any of y'all wanna meet up. 😂)

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Sam's POV
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I sigh, trying to process all of this information as Kason keeps me pressed against his chest, playing with my hair like sand (raising strands up and letting them fall out of or through his fingers). He props his head up by fisting his right hand up and resting it on it.

When Kason finally got the door opened by picking it - after numerous accounts of bashing and gradual yelling - he rushed in and picked me up. I didn't feel anything. I just kept a neutral head and stared at nothing in particular. Everyone noticed the commotion, and Kyra, Kassidy, Lilianne, and Cameron emerged out of no where once Kason laid me down on his bed.

All I could hear was worried chatter until Kason finally yelled at them all to get out. They obeyed, but Lilianne shortly returned with a cold and a warm cloth, not sure of which temperature I'd prefer. I politely asked for the cold one, and she smiled before whispering something in Kason's ear and leaving.

Now, for the past three hours, Kason's held me close to him without a single word passing by. I feel a billion times more safe with him this close to me, and so I snuggle closer — if possible. He sighs in content or in relief (I can't tell) and wraps his arms around my completely, the only thing heard being our steady breaths.

"I'm sorry," I finally manage say. "I'm just a burden to even be around."

I feel Kason stiffen. "Don't say that. You're the exact opposite of a burden, bunny. You're the single most amazing woman I've ever been around."

I smile a little bit, but just barely. "Thanks. But you don't have to say that. I'm not any different now just because of this whole thing." I wave around a tad in front of me, gesturing toward my head.

"I'm not saying that just because you're sick, Sam," Kason scoffs. "I'm saying it because I'm not a liar. And I don't keep secrets from people I lo...care about." He clears his throat and swallows.

My heart speeds up slightly. He almost said "love," right? That wasn't my imagination. Holy crap. I'm feeling sparkles and all things giddy.

Jeez.

"Oh," is all I can think of to say. I sound dumb, but what else was I supposed to respond with?

There's a long pause of awkwardness. Or, it was awkward on my end at least. He doesn't know how I feel about him, so when he almost said the word "love," my heart immediately skyrocketed. Maybe he does know? Am I obvious?

No, snuggling into him and getting all
"cuddly-cutesy" is totally not a tall-tale sign.

God, you're such an idiot, Sam. Could you not be anymore—

"My dad isn't what he says he is," Kason finally speaks, interrupting my self-loathing. I freeze all thoughts and pay close attention to what he's saying, even if my back is faced to him. "That's why I hate him so much."

I hesitate before quietly asking, "What do you mean?"

He sighs. "I mean, he doesn't have a...legal profession. He owns an underground club."