Anonymous Hacks Love

Chapter 9

I walk around the room in awe, afraid to touch any of the high tech equipment. Sam walks beside me with his head down, letting me take everything in. Max, Aero, James, and Lola watch us from afar. I turn to him finally. There's an adorable sparkle in his eyes as I stare into them, I shyly look away again. I have so many questions I don't even know what to ask, I don't want to sound stupid. I open and close my mouth, trying to gather my thoughts. Sam chuckles,
"I know it's a lot."
I just nod. He continues, with a stern voice,
"It was stupid of me to tell you though, I could get in a lot of trouble for this. So now I need to figure out what to do with you."
This throws me off guard. My eyes shoot back up to his. His friends slowly walk back up to us, Lola with a devilish smirk on her face. I ask,
"What do you mean?"
Sam walks closer, standing his ground. He seems so confident and sure in himself, it's intoxicating in a way.
"It would be even more stupid of me to just let you walk away with what you know now, so we're going to have to work out some kind of agreement."
Although he his words should make me frightful, I am not. Deep down I know everything will be fine, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. So I straighten myself and go along with him,
"What do I need to do to prove that I will not betray your trust?"
Lola giggles,
"I have a great idea."
We turn to her and she glares up to me. In a harsh voice that sends shivers down my spine she suggests,
"How about we leak your nudes if we find out you told anyone?"
       My heart drops, my eyes tearing up. James gasp and the twins just observe Sam. Sam has an expression I have never seen before, so much disgust fills his face. Before I realize there's a warm tear escaping my eye, I brush it away swiftly. Proceeding to push by way past the twins and for the door. I feel so ashamed and exposed. I hear Sam yell at Lola forcefully,
"What the hell is wrong with you! You can't call yourself part of anonymous if you'd consider doing something like that to someone like her."
Lola snickers,
"Oh relax, I was only joking. No need to be so sensitive."
       As I approach the door I try to clumsily figure out how to open it. Why is everything so overly complicated in here? In frustration I bang on the door, Sam rest his hand on top of mine and guides it to a black button on the side of the door. He tries to reassure me,
"Let's go talk somewhere else..."
       I find myself back in Sams oddly tame room compared to the rest of his house. I sit on the end of his king size bed, his sheets a silky white. Sam kneels in front of me, looking up into my eyes. I avoid eye contact shamefully. Sam turns my face to his, he speaks softly,
"You know I would never let anyone do what Lola said, right?"
I weakly reply,
"Okay."
"I am sorry Rose, you will never have that be a possibility. Those pictures are gone, no one could ever get them back. I made sure of that."
       Somehow he is always able to reassure me. I give him a soft smile, he returns one. Sam stands, leaning against his bed. I look over to him, he seems to be in deep thought. He claps his hands in realization,
"You know what? I'll just trust you!"
I raise an eyebrow at him and try to hide a grin.
"You don't have to do anything to prove that you will keep us a secret, I believe I can just trust you. Okay?"
       He can really put so much trust into me? I could ruin his life with the information I know. I know who the main people responsible for anonymous are. If that information got out he would likely spend time in jail, if he had a good lawyer maybe 5 years at least. Before I can even thank him he hands me a T-shirt and says,
"You'll stay here tonight, it's late. I'll drive you home tomorrow, you can wash up and sleep here."
       I grab the T-shirt and thank him. His bathroom is of course ridiculously extravagant, I have trouble figuring out how his shower works. My small silk dress falls to the marble floor. I look at myself in the mirror, steam filling the room. For a moment I can look at my reflection without disgust and shame for my body.
       I leave the bathroom with only Sams tee that settles on my upper thigh and a dainty pair of underwear. I walk out of the bathroom with my dress and bra in hand, to my surprise the TV is on. I gasp slightly when I see Sam laying on his bed, I thought he had left. Which is silly considering this is his room. He is shirtless, with a pare of athletic shorts on. I find myself staring at his defined chest for a little too long. My face is rosy as Sam causally turns to me. I awkwardly point to my clothes,
"Uh- what should I-"
Sam interrupts me and points to his closet while keeping his eyes on me,
"There's a basket in my closet, a maid will take care of it."
I do as he says then awkwardly stand by the bed. Sam eyes me teasingly, which makes me fidget and brush my hair behind my ear. He clicks off the flatscreen and sits up. I open my mouth to talk, but he does first,
"You should sleep, it's late. I'll be across the hall."
All I can say is thank you. He walks over to the door, as he's about to leave he flicks the lights off. I gasp quietly. This room feels so lonely, suddenly I feel very stressed. I turn to him and blurt out,
"Can you stay?"
I see his eyes widen with the small amount of light sneaking in from the hall. He steps back into the room, shutting the door behind him. His body brushes against mine as he pulls the sheets open. He whispers to me,
"Lay down."
       I do as he says and let him put the soft sheets back over me, making me feel protected and safe. He walks around to the other side of the bed and does the same. His body presses against my own, I put my hand against his toned chest. It's so warm. I find myself moving closer to him. He cradles my head, making me forget the stressful events of today. He holds me securely and I have truly never felt this safe, this cared for. I can hear his calming breaths and the slow beat of his heart, reassuring me that I am not alone. I press my head against his chest and whisper,
"Thank you."