Chapter 185 Bettys Confession (2/2)

”I like you, Sam” came her sweet melodious voice, saying the words that he had been dreaming to hear for so long.

Sam froze.

No. Way. No freaking way. Not possible. She didn't say that, did she? She didn't actually, really, truly say she liked him, did she? No. It was his imagination. He was dreaming. Yes, that's it. Dreaming.

”Sam?” he could hear her voice shaking and his heart couldn't take it. All his anger dissipated like magic.

”Say something, please? Anything? Shout at me, curse me ... but please, don't shut me out like this.”

When he felt her hand on his shoulder, he acted.

Fuck this.

Flinging the blanket off, he grabbed her wrist and turned to lie on his back, pulling her along at the same time. She fell forward onto him and the moment she landed on his chest, he let go of her wrist. She was partly on him and partly on the bed so he held her down by putting his hand around her waist and the other behind her neck.

She liked him, right? So the bunny is his now, right?

Now that she confessed, he's never letting her go.

Ever.

He brought her face to his and kissed her.

It was a gentle kiss, with him simply kissing her lips softly.

He remembered what Kyle had 'taught' so long ago and he put it into practice now. He had positioned his face and hers so that they angled and he placed his lips on hers softly. As much as he was desperate to feel those sweet, soft lips on his, he was gentle and slow.

He was sick so he wasn't going to do anything other than just give her lots of soft kisses on her lips. He didn't want her falling sick because of him but he couldn't stop himself anymore from doing what his heart wanted.

His heart wanted lots of kisses.

He smiled to himself when he felt her returning the kisses and he hugged her tighter. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he reluctantly stopped and looked at her flushed face above his.

He put his forehead on hers, and said, ”I love you.”

Betty's face went bright red as she replied, ”I love you, too.”

He held her close, hugging her to him and she put her head at the crook of his neck. She could hear his heartbeat and she snuggled closer, liking the sound and the slight, musky masculine scent that he had.

”Looks like things went by pretty well,” Kyle's voice broke into their private moment.

Betty was shocked and jerked up but Sam held her tightly, not letting her go.

”Go away,” he growled, hugging Betty and glaring at Kyle - and the others who were behind him, grinning stupidly.

”Auw, Sam's the first of us to get a girlfriend,” Xing Han lamented, ”Baby Sam has grown up.”

”Eh, excuse me, Mr-I-have-a-fiancee?” Kyle scoffed, ”You're the first of us who are attached.”

”Technicalities,” Xing Han said, waving his hand as he watched the two on the bed, ”That one, though, is real. Look at him, being so possessive and such. Betty's sure going to have it tough.”

Betty's face was really red with embarrassment by now, and she hid it on Sam's chest. She tried to push herself up but Sam was having none of it.

”Sam, please,” Betty whispered, looking up at him.

”No,” Sam said firmly, hugging her, ”You can't leave me again.”

Betty's heart lurched at that, seeing how insecure he was being and how much he needed her with him. She was torn now, not knowing whether to insist on getting up or not.

As for Sam, he was in 7th Heaven.

This was better than lying down on Kay's lap. His bunny was soft and smelt so sweet. Holding the real deal was nothing like as all the things he imagined. He didn't want to let go, feeling like a part of him would be missing if he did.

”Come on, Sam,” Kyle said gently at the side of his bed, ”We need to go back now and you need your rest. We'll come again to visit another day, okay?”

Sam shook his head, ”No. Can't leave.”

”Sam,” Kyle said firmly and Sam looked at him, pursing his lips before saying, ”Not another day. Tomorrow.”

”Fine, fine,” Kyle said, gently pulling Betty away, ”Tomorrow. You better be good and take your medicine, okay? Get well soon and you can take Betty out on a date.”

Sam's face brightened up at that.

”Promise?” Sam said, still holding onto Betty's hand.

”I promise,” Kyle said, patting Sam's head and pulling Betty to go behind him, ”Now, just go to sleep.”

Sam's eyes were getting heavier as he listened to Kyle's voice and the gentle administration of his hand on his head. He couldn't keep them open and finally, fell into a deep sleep.

They left quietly.