Page 54 of Samuel's Heart

“Are you okay?”

I blush even more, and bite my lip when his thumb caresses the back of my hand and then my fingers, one at a time. I really need to leave the table before I embarrass myself by moaning in the middle of this café.

His smirk tells me he knows what he’s doing to me, and he likes it as much as I do.

I stand and pull my shirt over my crotch to hide my erection from everyone’s view.

“Finish your coffee, while I pop into the loo,” I say to Sam.

He nods and relaxes on the chair, extending his leg, and I have a clear vision of the erection tenting his pants before it disappears under his own pulled-out shirt.

I stay in the toilet until my dick behaves and then walk back to find Samuel in the same position. The table is clean, and he’s relaxing against the back of the chair. If it wasn’t for the aura around him, I could easily think he was sleeping.

As soon as I approach the table, he straightens on the chair, and then pulls himself up onto his feet. The movement is slow and careful, but this time he’s able to do it on his own.

“Next time I’ll ride you, so you don’t injure your hip more,” I whisper in his ear, making sure my breath is like a breeze caressing his skin. I enjoy him spinning towards me andstumbling. I reach out to steady him, then place my arm around him.

“Let me help you,” I say, for the sake of the other people around us.

“Don’t say something like that in public,” he bites out after leaning in, as if making sure I’m the only one who can hear him.

“About helping you?” I pretend to misunderstand what he’s complaining about.

“Nope, about sex.”

The lady passing next to us turns toward him with her mouth open, and I laugh out loud, because Samuel’s face is red and apologetic, a sight to behold. I want to kiss him so badly now, so I can taste his discomfort.

“You—”

“Shut your mouth,” he says, while elbowing me in the ribs and making me laugh even more.

The rest of the trip passes with no problems, and while we don’t talk much, the air between us is not as heavy as it was before.

I close my eyes and pray for this next meeting to go well. To find the person who received John’s lungs as caring and happy as the man who received his kidney.

Losing John was a blow, but the more we talk with the people who received his organs, the less his loss weighs on me. Samuel’s presence is helping a lot. I’m so glad he offered to help. Maybe John is lending a hand and helping me meet someone as good as him. Someone a bit broken, as I am. Someone doing his best to move forward, to find a reason to put one foot in front of theother. Someone looking for happiness in the most unthinkable places.

When Sam stops the car, I turn towards him.

“Are we here?”

“Yes, we just need to find a parking space, and then we can have a look around.”

“I’m not sure where we’ll find this guy, so we might have to stay here for a couple of days.”

“That’s fine. There’s not much I need to do at home.”

“Don’t you work at all?”

“Yes, I do. I’m a graphic designer, so I work when I want.”

“Oh, I see. That must be nice.”

I nod, and then take the chance to ask some questions as well. “What about you? Are you going back to policing?”

“If I don’t get caught breaking the law,” he says, and then winks.

“Should we stop? Maybe I can ask your friend to help instead,” I say, feeling guilty for having forced him to help and put his job at risk.

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