Safe With Me Sam Smith Lyrics Novels & Stories

You can’t decline him. But he is just like that when in terms of things like this, I mean when it is about my safety. But he won’t insist on what he likes when it comes to the career I wanted to take. “Good. Take care~ see you after 5 months. Update me when you have time okay? Your brother loves you” he said then he ended up the call.

Christopher scoffed “but really thank you, I didn’t expect it, and it happened, so I can’t complain” Priscilla opened her arms for a hug, Christopher slid in, almost immediately, then tightened his grip around her “thank you for that” Priscilla smiled “for what exactly?” Christopher smirked, rubbing his nose “tightening your grip around me, it was reassuring” “you are welcoming, it’s the only place I feel safe right now, so I should be thanking you for providing me solace, when I needed it the most” “you are welcome, it’s the least I could do…”

“I’ve got you.” His voice was soft, and soothing, and I would even dare to go as far as to say that he even sounded worried. It was something that I considered to be a miracle, but I also knew better than to point it out. Not that I was in any position to say anything, but that did not stop me from fantasising about doing it. “You can close your eyes, Samantha. I’ll make sure that you’re taken care of - trust me.”

Behind us the auction house burned (someone had lit it for insurance, or for us, or because some fires just know when it’s time). We disappeared into the city before the sun came up. He never collared me. He never needed to. I had already said yes. And somewhere in the chaos, between gunshots and monsoon rain, I laughed (manic, alive, terrified) because the word we invented in a lighthouse when we were seventeen had just become the most expensive safe word in history. Pomegranate. He stopped running long enough to kiss me against a wall while the world caught fire behind us.

My tears still blurred my vision and I tried to wipe them while also keeping my hands over my parts. “It’s okay,” I heard a voice whisper to me and begin to work on the ropes. As soon as the ropes were off I was pulled into a warm embrace. I managed to clear my vision and looked up at Samantha who gave me an encouraging smile and I let out a loud sob. “It’s okay,” she said softly, “You’re safe now.” “I thought,” I began, “I thought was going to-“ “You don’t have to say anything,” she said as she stroked my head softly, “Everything is fine and you’re safe now.”

“It’s okay, Samiya. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here. Nothing bad is going to happen.” In her panicked state, Samiya turned toward me, her eyes still wide as she nodded along with me. “You’re safe, okay? You’re safe,” I repeated the words again, and I was willing to turn those very words into a sacred song if it meant that Samiya would be okay. For the next short while, Samiya and I remained like this until she regained herself. Still scared to let go, I asked. “All better?” “All better,” Samiya answered before removing her hand from mine.

“But if you jump out this plane with me right now, you won’t regret it. The adrenaline rush will make you forget everything and anything that has ever hurt you. It’s an indescribable freedom.” My eyes nervously searched his face. I desperately wanted to follow him into his reckless search of adventure and freedom, and yet I was terrified of plummeting to the earth below and splatting like an egg. He smiled, that wide, beautiful smile that covered his entire face. “You’re entirely safe. You have a professional with you.” He glanced behind us at Samuel standing near the door as he dropped his hand from my face and pointed toward him. He turned back to me. “Sammy’s here, too.”

Dylan stood up from the bed and placed one last kiss on her lips before walking out. ******************************************* Author's POV "I am scared Sam, very scared, I do not want anything to happen to you or my baby" Sam touched Damien's cheek, he was so weak when he came back but she was glad that he was recovering remarkably well since his return "Nothing will happen to us, just have faith" "Why can't you just leave, go somewhere safe until everything is over" Damien asked in exasperation "I will go if only you accept to come with me" Samantha replied and Damien tried to sit up but fell right back on the bed

I questioned, slightly stepping back against Sam. His hand slid down my back. "You're not going to die, Fay. We are dealing with dark ones here. You'll be perfectly safe." Sam promised, his fingers tracing the red line that was visible between my jeans and shirt. "My King, if I may, this 'special assignment'-"

“It felt so real.” Oakley nods. “Nightmares do.” Colton’s voice softens. “But it wasn’t real. Not tonight. Not here.” Samarah presses against me. He’s right. I wipe at my eyes, embarrassed. “I hate this.” Oakley gives a small, sad smile. “I know.” Colton shifts closer, but still doesn’t touch me. “You’re safe now.” The words hit something deep inside me. Safe. I haven’t felt safe in years.