Sam's POV
My eyes looked deeply into those green eyes as she concentrated on shaving my beard. Her legs were wrapped around my waist securely to keep me still.
Just an hour ago, I broke out in front of her when I was supposed to be her wall, the support for her, but everything was becoming too much, weighing my heart down with fear and guilt.
The past month was the worst, the guilt increasing, especially after I knew I would c***k any day.
Kylie and Alec pointed out my early symptoms, how I was falling into depression myself, making me realize Sophia wasn't the one who was bottling her feelings as I assumed.
It was me. I picked silence because I didn't have someone to talk to, to express my feelings. I couldn't talk to Sophia. She wasn't ready for this; she wasn't ready for the truth.
