Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // LI

Claire's POV

"Sam?"

I had to be dreaming. There was no way Sam was on my doorstep, over 12 hours away from home.

"Can I come in? I think we at least need to talk a little and then I'll leave," his eyes were red, signaling he'd been crying as well.

I led him into the living room, questions spinning around my head.

"Where do you plan on going after we talk?" I tried not to look at him, but his facial features still managed to draw me in just like they had before.

"Omaha."

"You flew here to fly back in a few hours?"

We sat on the couch, keeping a bit of distance.

"Yeah. All I wanted was to just talk to you, but I will only do it in person. I need answers, Claire. I just need closure. I need to hear you say you don't love me anymore, and then I'll leave. I'll leave you alone. I can't promise I'll move on, but I'll be out of your hair."

"Sam..."

"Claire, just tell me you don't love me and I'll leave," his hazel eyes were glistening in our locked gaze.

I looked down, fiddling my thumbs, "I can't."

"What?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"I can't say I don't love you anymore. We both know I'd be lying, and you know how I hate lies."

He looked down, running fingers through his hair, "Claire."

"I can't say it, Sammy," I raised my voice on accident, throwing my head in my hands.

"Please tell me something I can do to at least make this easier for you. I don't care how much harder it gets for me. I just want you to be able to move on; to be able to be happy again."

"Sammy?"

"What, Claire?"

"I don't wanna lose you like this."

"I don't wanna lose you at all."

"I'm so damn sorry..." Tears were streaming hard, almost as hard as last night.

He pulled himself closer, wrapping his arms around my body.

"Claire, I just want you to know I got rid of all of my alcohol. If I lost you over it, I don't think I needed to rely on it at all ever again. It ruined me, and it ruined us. No need for it to ruin anything more," he spoke softly, I felt a tear fall from his chin.

"I'm proud of you," was all I could manage to get out before I felt his lips attach to mine, gently at first before getting more passionate.

The kiss quickly got heated as his tongue swiped across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I felt his hand quickly grab at the bottom of shirt, sliding under.

I felt him smiling through the kiss.

"I don't think your couch is the right place for this," he kept smiling as he picked me up and ran up my stairs, quickly opening my bedroom door and shutting it in one move.

He laid me down gently, carefully getting on top of me, propping himself on his elbows.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

I nodded.

Our kiss continued to get more heated; his hands running over every inch of my torso. I propped my leg up against his body as he felt his way down my thigh. I ran my fingers through his hair, driving him crazy.

He lifted my shirt up and off, connecting his lips to my jaw and down to my neck. His lips traveled all down my torso, making sure to leave hickies on my stomach. He made his way back up to my neck, finding my sweet spot and sucking on it, making incoherent noises escape my lips.

"I love you, please don't forget that," his words vibrated against my skin. He slipped my pants off, sliding his hand down to my heat, and connecting our lips again. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, tugging at his shirt to signal for him to take it off. We had waited for so long to do this, but who knew we had to fight to actually do this.

He slid himself inside me, letting me adjust.

"I love you, beautiful," his whispered in my ear, kissing my sweet spot once again. He started slow, picking up his pace as the night went on.

I had always imagined what sex with Sammy would be like, but not once did I expect to be this happy during it; he had exceeded my expectations. I always thought it would be awkward, but the little giggles that escaped from us both and the smiles we shared made it seem more natural.

Not once during our night did I feel like I would regret this in the morning. All of this felt so right, like I really did belong with Sammy. I felt like I finally knew what I wanted, and that was Samuel Howard Wilkinson.