I woke up with a smile on my face today. I went to sleep wearing one and I woke up wearing one. A bubble of happiness continued to float around in my stomach. And I could proudly, happily say that there was only one person for the cause of it.

Sam.

He was mine...and I was his.

We made it official yesterday and I wasn't sure whether it was just a moment thing, or if it was real. But I believed it was a bit of both. And suddenly, I realized that it was inevitable. A patient like Sam and I to get close...to a point where feelings were built - it was bound to happen.

As I had said so many times before, he had me intrigued. I was pulled into him like a magnetic force, unable to break away.

A flutter occurred in the pit of my stomach, just by the thought of his breathtaking face. He was honestly the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

And he was mine.

A childish grin broke out onto my lips as I tried my hardest to compose myself and not break out into a little giddy dance. He had me feeling this way. Had me feeling like I was a little girl who received a life time supply of sweets.

I felt so damn...happy.

A feeling I hadn't felt for a long time. I once believed that all my positive emotions and feelings that everyone at least once felt in their life time, had been washed away. I believed they died the day my parents did, but I was wrong.

I just needed someone like Sam to prove me wrong. To make me feel this way again after so long.

I bit down on my bottom lip, as I stared at the wall. I was alone in my office, since Daniel was forced to do duty, so I spent dinner in there. My heart was drumming at a rapid pace as I stared at the small clock hanging on the wall. Any minute now, he would be approaching my office.

My stomach clenched.

Although, I was more than thrilled at Sam and I's new...new found interest in one another, I realized the sad truth. I didn't know much about him. Sure there were times we'd hold a steady conversation and little sparks of truth would leave him, but it wasn't enough.

I didn't know about his background story. I didn't know how he spent his childhood days as well a teenage years. And most importantly, I didn't know what on earth he was doing in a place like this.

But I wouldn't let that effect or change anything.

My goal was to understand him, and I'd do that slowly.

The sudden sound of a knock sounding on the door, made my ears perk up in alarm. Suddenly, my heart began to beat a little faster, knowing that on the other side of the door would be Marco and more importantly, Sam.

"Come in." I raised my voice, hearing the slight tremble in my words. You couldn't blame me, though. After spending the majority of his therapy session, kissing and using light hands on each others body, I was feeling a little excited as well as nervous.

I wondered how today's therapy session would go...

The door turned open and in stepped Marco, happily dragging along Sam. He was dressed in usual clothing, his hood up and a light trace of anger on his face, but his head was up. My eyes landed him for a brief second, before darting back to Marco.

I had to bite back a smile threatening to show.

"Thanks." I whispered to him. He nodded, sending a brief glance my way, before exiting the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, I didn't hesitate to focus my eyes on him. He was already staring back at me with those intense eyes of his, the dimple on his left cheek out in the open.

I couldn't fight back the blush, letting a smile curl onto my lips. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, continuing to stare back at each other. And then glint waved across his eyes.

"Come here," He rasped, opening out his arms. Blushing, I stood onto my feet, nervously making my way over to him. His eyes followed my every movement, skimming over my entire body from head to feet.

"Hi." I whispered when I stood a feet away from him, he didn't hesitate to extend an arm out and wrap it around me, pulling me into him. A surprised gasp left my lips, his chest right against my breasts.

"Hey," He licked his lips, rubbing a hand across the low of my back. Instantly, I felt my pussy sparkle with a shoot of arousal. His touch just did that. I couldn't control my greedy hands as they reached out to cup his hands in my face. His eyes gleamed a little.

"You look beautiful, Belle. As always." He murmured, sincerity dancing in his golden eyes. My heart skipped a beat, feeling the blush travel up to my face.

"Thank you." I whispered, earning a smile from him. And then there was pause of silence, we stared into each others eyes. My eyes flickered down to his pink lips, wanting to get a taste of them. So, I did.

I didn't waste any more time before I leaned forwards and pressed my lips against his, immediately feeling a fire build in my stomach. He reacted just as fast, letting our lips move freely with one another. My hands drifted away from his face and slowly placed themselves on his toned chest, not being able to control myself as I let my hands move against it.

His tongue swiped out and I allowed him straight access. A low groan left him as a low whimper left my lips. His hands slowly trailed up and down against my back, tingles planting themselves against my skin. Breathlessly, we pulled apart.

"Damn, you're perfect." He breathed out, his hold on me tightening. I licked my lips, leaning in to kiss him again, but it was a short one. I pulled back and stepped back, noticing the slight furrow of his brows.

"Fun's over. Time to get serious." I forced myself to say, secretly wanting to feel more of his intoxicating touch. However, I needed to remind myself, profession came first. If I aimed to achieve my goal to understand him, a therapy session was in need.

"Do we have to?" I heard him lowly ask. I sighed, nodding as I went around my desk to pick up the brown folder marked as his and a pen. When I turned around he was still standing in the same place, his jaw clenched.

"Is something wrong?" I heard myself ask, walking back to him. His eyes darted to the brown folder in my hands, before moving back up to my eyes. I swallowed, feeling the same guilt building in my stomach.

"Nothing." He muttered, sighing to himself. I bit back a frown.

"Well, alright...would you like to sit over there?" I awkwardly asked him, gesturing towards the lounge chair. His eyes lingered on me for a second, before he nodded and made his way over. But it still didn't wash away the odd feeling growing in my stomach.

Why was he suddenly acting closed off again?

Once we both settled down in our seats, I clicked on the pen, readying it on the white paper. I glanced up at Sam who was laying down on his back, looking so peaceful.

"Alright, Sam. How are you feeling today?" I softly asked.

"Fine." He flatly replied, exhaling afterwards. I frowned at his response, personally thinking he'd be a bit more happy.

Especially about us...

"Just fine?" I blurted out. His eyes peaked open and he let out a huff.

"Oh sorry, I'm feeling peachy. Like a fucking cow over the moon." He sarcastically said. I flinched from his words.

"What's your deal, Sam?" My voice cracked as I put down my pen. He shot up in a sitting position.

"My God damn deal is that fucking pen of yours and that motherfucking folder. You say you care for me, but you continue to note shit about me down." He hissed. I stared at him, with widen eyes.

"Where is all this coming from? I thought we already went over this, Sam! It's my job, it's my job to write down notes and if you forget, everything we speak about is private and confidential. Meaning only the two of us will ever know about it."

"In order for me to understand you, I need to note it all down. How else will I know, Sam?" I breathed out, pushing up my glasses. He let out sigh, running a hand over his hood covered head.

"I...I'm sorry, Belle. I never meant to upset you...it's just...I thought it'd be different after you know...us." He mumbled. I found myself frowning at him.

"You mean...you thought I'd stop with all this...because now we're in a relationship?" I stuttered. My eyes lingered on him and he slowly nodded his head, his eyes locked on the ground. Silence welcomed the air.

"I'm sorry, Belle. I already told you...I have trouble trusting people." He whispered. I nodded, pushing all my thoughts aside and smiled at him.

"It's alright, Sam. Just remember you can trust me, and if you really want...I can stop taking notes, but I don't know what Mr Joan's will say if he see's a blank folder. It's not like he's going to read what I've written, he just needs to see some sort of -"

"- No, continue writing...uh, notes. If it helps, then do it." He awkwardly cleared his throat, itching the back of his neck. I nodded and smiled at him.

"Alright, now lay back down and close your eyes." I instructed him. He arched a brow, smirking slightly as he followed what I asked for him to do. I picked my pen back up and thought of the question which I believed would help me understand a lot more.

"Sam, I want you to think back to a year ago."

I waited a few seconds.

"How do you see yourself?" I softly asked.

"The same. Exactly the same. Just with one less tattoo." He told me. I nodded, noting that down.

"Illegal tattoo?" I asked with a little chuckle. A smirk grew onto his lips.

"Yeah."

"What is it of?" I continued to ask. The corner of his lips twitched slightly.

"Of my mother. I got an eye tattoo of her on my arm, so it feels like she's always here with me. Watching over me." He openly told me.

"That's sweet. Do you miss her?" I stupidly asked, already knowing the answer to the question. He nodded his head.

"I always think about her."

My heart hurt knowing that Sam had been here for seven years and he wasn't able to see his mother. Unless she had visited him, but I wasn't going to go into that today. Clearing my throat, I focused back to the question I wanted to ask him.

"Okay, I want you to think back...to when you were seven years old."

I noticed him tense, but he didn't say anything.

"How do you see yourself, then?" I asked, watching him. There a moment of silence, before he let out a deep breath.

"Alone."

My eyes narrowed as I patiently waited for him to elaborate.

"I see myself...alone. On my own." He paused, his jaw clenching shut.

"I can hear screams, pleas, desperate noises begging for help, for him to stop." His lowly said, his hands balling into fists.

"And I helplessly clutch onto my stuffed teddy, hoping the noises and screams would stop. That...that he'd stop." He breathed out. My throat churned as I took in his words.

"Who's he?" I gently pressed.

"The same monster who continued to abuse my mother, the same sick fuck who'd take his anger out on her on me, without any remorse whatsoever." He breathed. My heart dropped.

"My father." He uttered. I froze, my mouth parting in shock from the sudden information.

Sam was abused as a child?

And his mother, too?

"I...I..." I stuttered, not knowing how to reply. I was too overwhelmed with shock and a loud wave of sympathy for him. There had been no report of child abuse in his folder when I had read over it.

"That's what I think of." He ended, his eyes snapping open. His eyes darted to me, brows furrowing when he saw the expression on my face.

"I-I'm so...sorry to hear that, Sam." I breathed, feeling my stomach churn at the thought of a younger Sam and a monster of a father, laying a hand on him.

"Don't be. It's in the past, Belle. I've moved on." He nonchalantly said. My heart ached at his dismissal. He talked about it so normally, but it was far from.

I glanced up at the clock. We only had a five minutes left and I wanted to end this off in a positive note. Putting down the folder and pen, I picked myself up and walked over to Sam. His eyes were staring up at the ceiling as low breaths left him.

He slowly sat up, just as I reached him. Surprise entered his eyes at the sudden close proximity between us. I exhaled, sadly smiling at him as I reached out and ran a hand across his face.

"Thank you for trusting me with that, Sam. I know it must have been hard, but thank you." I softly said. The dimple of his poked out and he lightly smiled.

"I'm trying, Belle. I'm learning to trust you." He rasped. I smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you." I whispered, leaning forward to wrap my arms around him. He didn't hesitate to follow with my actions, sighing as he leaned his head against my chest. I ran a hand across the top of his head. Secretly wishing his hood was off and I was running a hand through his blonde locks of hair.

"He didn't deserve you." I told him, not having to name who I was talking about. His hold on me tightened.

It was in that moment, I realized how truly fallen this man was.

But I'd change that.

I pulled back and leaned down, pressing my lips against his, still not used to the tingles which floated inside me from his lips.

I wouldn't let him stay fallen.

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Hey guys! What did you guys think of this chapter? As I already said, this book will be much more focused on just Belle and Sam. So, Sam opened up about his childhood and his father...it will be brought up a lot more in the story. Thoughts?