{Set in the traphouse}
{Sam's POV}
I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I could feel the sea of tears streaming down my already damp cheeks. I longed to feel his protective arms wrapped around me, I wanted to bury my face into his chest and smell his scent. My boyfriend Colby had been away for almost 2 months, on a massive TFIL trip with Elton. He was due home tomorrow, but I couldn't wait that long. I buried my face into his hoodie I had on, trying so hard to smell the few strands of his scent blanketing the fabric. It was far to big on me, so it gave me these cute little sweater paws I could play with. "SAM!" I heard Aaron call. I didn't respond, hoping he'd just think I was sleeping and leave me alone. "SAMUEL!" He called again. I sighed. "What!" I shouted back, my voice hoarse from all the crying. "YOU NEED TO COME DOWNSTAIRS!! NOW!" he yelled. I stood up reluctantly and wiped my eyes in front of the mirror, trying to make it look like i hadn't just been crying for the past hour. I trudged out the door and down the stairs. "What is it Aaron?" I asked, staring at the floor, not wanting to look up in fear he would see the redness in my normally bright blue eyes. "Well if you look up you'll see," he chuckled. I looked up, and my mouth dropped open. There, leaning against the kitchen counter, was my beautiful boyfriend, finishing his Starbucks. He smiled at me, and pushed himself of the counter, and started walking over to me. "Hey Sammy," he smiled, standing in front of me. Suddenly, I burst into tears, my hands flying up to cover my face. I felt strong arms wrap around my fragile frame and pull me into their chest. I removed my hands from face and hugged back, sobbing into Colby's chest, letting my nostrils fill with the smell of his cologne. "Shhhhh," colby soothed, moving his hand up and down my back to calm me down. " I missed you so much,"
I sobbed, gathering bits of his shirt into my hands as I held onto him, scared that if I let go, he'd disappear again. "I missed you too," he smiled, pulling back from the hug just enough to see my face. I felt his hand come up and cup my cheek, his gentle thumb running over my skin, wiping away tears that were still falling. He then leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss that I happily obliged to. I sighed a happy sigh of relief, which made him giggle and pull away. "I love you Sam," he whispered, pulling me back into a hug. "I love you too."
That night I slept in the arms of the man I love, feeling relaxed, safe and happy.
This is real bad sorrrrryyyyyyy :(
