Safe With Me Sam Smith Lyrics Novels & Stories

Kat seemed to buy it and nodded her head. “Hmm, but isn’t it risky to hand this stranger with my shop?” Amber smiled at her shaking her head. “She can be trusted.” I found myself smiling at how she supported me. Soon, they left the shop and I was left with the keys and sleepy eyes. I settled myself in the nearest couch, a blanket and a pillow, Amber brought from her home for me. Its so fluffy. Before I could rest my head after all day exhaustion, suddenly the door busted open and Kat walked in.

I have no idea what is going on, but just be safe. “Thank you, David.” A different kind of heaviness befell my chest as I ended the call. Samantha being alive equals trouble. Big trouble. And it also means that no one is safe at all. As I tried to maintain a sane mind, I started speaking to the man beside me, “Dominic, something tells me David is not lying. And if Samantha is still alive, she might do something crazy and-” “Hey, hey.” He cupped my cheeks and directed my eyes to stay focused on his. “Alive or dead. Crazy or not. Trust me when I say that lady is not going to come anywhere near my family.”

Each touch was electric, igniting a spark of longing I had never known existed. One night, as the wind twisted around us, Damian reached for my hand, interlacing our fingers. His warmth seeped into me, flowing through my limbs and making my heart stutter. “I want you to know,” he began quietly, his expression growing serious, “that you’re safe with me. Always.” And his statement hit me like a brick. Safe. The word echoed in the depths of my heart. It felt like a promise, a vow—one that offered me solace and the relentless patience of his affection.

The gesture was so unexpected that she forgot to protest. The warmth of the fabric wrapped around her. Comforting. Safe. For a moment, she simply stood there. Then Ethan spoke. “Look at me.” Amelia slowly lifted her head. His eyes met hers. Steady. Calm. Certain. “You’re safe.” The words should have sounded empty. But somehow they didn’t. Not when Ethan said them. Not when he looked at her like that. “You don’t know that.” His jaw tightened. “Yes, I do.”

“I can do that. But it’s going to take focus.” Sammy nodded. “I know. And I trust you.” He gave me that small, almost imperceptible smile he does when he’s trying not to reveal how much he’s relying on me. “The rest… the Council, the Academy… none of that matters until we’re ready. But I need this place safe. And you need to stay safe.” I swallowed, my fingers tightening around my phone. “Okay… okay. I got this.” He reached out and brushed a hand lightly over my cheek, a quick, grounding touch, and I felt the tension in my chest ease slightly. “Remember,” he whispered, “you’re not alone in this. Not ever.”

My voice echoed slightly in the damaged space. “That’s not enough anymore, Sam.” He didn’t argue this time. And that scared me. Because before, he always had something to say. Some way to counter my fear. But now… He was thinking. Carefully. Like he was starting to accept the truth. “I’m not safe,” I said. “You’re not stable,” he corrected. I let out a hollow laugh. “That’s just a nicer way of saying the same thing.” “No,” he said firmly. “It’s not.”

Peter finishes his conversation finding her clutching his robe tightly her knuckles white her eyes at the door holding her in a hypnotise state. “What’s wrong my love?” Sammy swallows several times to gulp down the knot in her throat. “I am being silly,” “I don’t care. What worries you beyond the door?” Her hand reaches up to caress his stubble cheek trying her best to removes the darkness from her eyes. He is no fool reading the fear and worry. “You will always be safe with me Sammy.” “I know that from the first moment. I want to tell you about my life but let’s enjoy the day you have planned. Tomorrow is still there. Go and shower.”

Still, I can't deny that she makes me feel safe and cared for. "She's right," Sam says, his voice soft and deferential. I growl at him again, and he quickly apologizes. Natasha smiles at me, her eyes shining with warmth and compassion. "See?" she says, placing a hand on my chest. "It feels good to let go, doesn't it?" I nod, unable to deny the truth of her words. "I'm sorry," I say, looking at her and Sam. "I'm not usually like this, I’d have snapped your neck when I had the chance." I say turning at Sam They both smile, you can tell Sam’s smile isn’t heartfelt, he must have surely felt threatened, the tension in the room dissipates.

Peter finishes his conversation finding her clutching his robe tightly her knuckles white her eyes at the door holding her in a hypnotize state. “What’s wrong my love?” Sammy swallows several times to gulp down the knot in her throat. “I am being silly,” “I don’t care. What worries you beyond the door?” Her hand reaches up to caress his stubble cheek trying her best to removes the darkness from her eyes. He is no fool reading the fear and worry. “You will always be safe with me Sammy.” “I know that from the first moment. I want to tell you about my life but let’s enjoy the day you have planned. Tomorrow is still there. Go and shower.”

“What do you want, Sam?” He looked at me then, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that caught me off guard. His hands flexed at his sides before he finally met my gaze. “I want you to be safe. To be happy. But I can’t stand the thought of him—” He stopped, exhaling sharply. “I can’t lose you, Sara.”