Let me save you (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Seven

Chapter 7

For other people, it's not hard admitting their feelings. People tell each other how they feel every day, they confess their love, sadness, anger, guilt, and fear without any hiccups. This makes them human and it allows them to make relationships with other humans.

It sounds easy enough until I try it. My words get stuck in my throat like hair in a teenage girl's bathroom drain. It's not that I don't feel anything, I do!
But my voice shrivels up at the thought of admitting my feels for Sam.

"I'm going to take a shower." He says breathlessly. With my heart pounding against my chest and the ceiling above me spinning, I simply nod because speaking would hurt. I can run for miles effortlessly, without any breathing problems yet after sex, my body behaves like the body of an asthmatic who just took the stairs.

Sam slides off the bed and walks towards the bathroom. His naked body is sweaty and the places that my fingers held, are slightly bruised. They're healing quickly, unlike mine. I still have the scratches that Sam left on my chest and the hickeys that he now leaves in places that people can't see.

"Are you coming?" He pops his head out of the bathroom. Already did.
"Mmmhm." I give him a thumbs up. He chuckles softly. The water turns on and I hear him shuffling around the bathroom. I tell my body to get up but it refuses.

"Blaine! Get up!" Sam shouts from the bathroom. I groan and peel my body off of the bed. I throw the used condom in the tiny little trash can that he bought, just for that purpose. He said he doesn't condoms in his full-sized garbage bin.

With a deep intake of air, I walk in the bathroom and close the door behind me. Sam's silhouette peeks through the foggy glass of the shower. His hands are pressed against the wall, his head is angled down under the steaming water, his hair dangles in from of his face with the water droplets that make their own little tune as they fall on the marble shower tile. 

It's hard not to stare at him sometimes because he looks so perfect. Everything about him makes my stomach feel weird. He doesn't disappoint in any way.

"Are you going to stand there and gawk at me or are you going to join me." He taps on the glass, pulling me out of my trance. I shake my head and walk towards the door. He pushes it open and steps to the side. The hot water hits my skin mercilessly. My hair slowly becomes drenched. He hands me the shampoo and I grab it from with a soft, "thanks."

I've been using his shampoo which smells like green apples and mint. I haven't slept or showered in my own room for a week. I don't even remember what it looks like anymore. Sam has become my number one occupation but I'm not complaining.

I feel normal when I'm around him.

We finish showering fairly quickly. Sam got out before me and was quickly getting dressed. Something about meeting with Jordan at 12 pm. He accepted the role as beta and he's getting inducted in the same night that I will be getting inducted officially as a pack member.

I thought about leaving but that would mean leaving Sam, something I don't think I'm going to ever be ready to do. I haven't seen much of Daniel, only a few times when I would look out of the window and see him going into the woods. He's stayed away from me which I'm very thankful for.

I can't handle being in the same room as him. I'm guessing he eats his meals in his room because I haven't seen him in the dining room. Karma has her job well.

I dried my body off completely and grabbed my clothes from Sam's desk chair. Instead of throwing them around the room recklessly, now, Sam piles them up on his chair so I can find them easily. It's also nice that I don't have to bring extra clothes because after we shower late at night, my fresh clothes never stay on for long. I can wear them again in the morning.