Shipwrecked (Lawlorff)

XXIX

(Sam's POV)

We catch a cab outside of the hospital and head back over to the pier. There's only about an hour left until it takes off, so there's no point in doing anything else in the Bahamas while we're here. I don't mind never coming back, good memories were definitely not made here. 

We arrive at the pier and see Connor and his girlfriend Bethany on the boat looking over the side. Kian rushes up to them and says hi, and I linger backwards somewhat. I'm not as social as Kian is, so I tend to let him do all the talking. 

We catch up with Connor and Bethany for awhile and then head back up to our room. We have another meet and greet in two hours, and I need my damn power nap prior to it or I won't survive. 

I nudge at Kian and he realizes it's time to go to bed, just by my vague expressionless face. 

"Sleepy much?" he teases, kissing my forehead and playing with my hair. I nod and he pulls me into his chest in a hug. 

"Need a cuddle buddy?" he asks. 

"Only if it's you," I respond. He smiles and jumps into bed. He throws off his shirt and I do the same. We lay underneath the covers together and he pulls me close to him. In this moment, even after all that's happened today, I feel safe. In fact, I feel the safest I've ever been. It's because I'm with Kian. Kian in himself is comforting enough. But the fact that he's holding me, that gets me over the top. 

He kisses me and then brings my head nestled under his neck. 

"I love you, Sammy." he whispers. I smile with my eyes still closed. "I love you more, Kian."

(Jc's POV)

Matt's okay. Matt's okay. He's not dead. He's alive. He's with me. He's okay. 

So why do I feel like we're still in danger?

Jenn's dead.

She can't hurt him any more.

Then why do I still feel unsafe?