THE DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

CHAPTER 4.3 FEELING COMPLETE

''What the hell do you think you are doing?'' he shouts, very agitated. Pacing fast towards them. Everything happened so fast, he couldn't stop it; no one could have stopped it. He had watched as George approached them, his gaze fixed on Sam, with no clear indication of what would happen next, so he waited and watched. But when he got to Sam and held him in his embrace, whispering sweet nothings in his ears. William turned red. He couldn’t believe the man had just done that right in front of his eyes. Sam saw it coming, his father's anger, and rushed to hold him back, standing in between them before he attacked George.

''Dad, it is okay,'' he tries to defend, but he can't find the right words to use. What George had done was indeed outrageous, but his actions felt so natural that Sam didn’t feel the need to give or ask for an explanation.

His father, who is overprotective of his son, can't take it when his son gets teased in his presence. The thought of another man possessing his son made him furious. He gets into a hot, cursing fit. ''How dare you!'' He was fine when it came to Edward doing the possessing, but when it came to his younger son, it just felt outrageous.

He was present, but he still couldn't get to him; he wasn't fast enough to protect Sam. And the thought made him angrier. George, reading the situation he’d got himself in, bowed apologetically and walked away, totally undisturbed by Sam’s father cursing. He didn't dare to talk back; the man might become his future father-in-law. Watching the two is so amusing that Sam can not stop giggling. William had lost his cool. Sam had never seen his father that way. He was bubbling with raw anger. Sam watched George as he walked away, his heart beating its way out of his chest. He found his love; he was there. He couldn't look away until George disappeared behind a building. He needed to go to him before he lost him again.

''How dare you touch my son!' William shouts; he has never felt so insulted before. The deed happened right in front of him. The young man teased his son and just walked away, and there was nothing he could do about it. All-powerful as he was.

Not bothered at all by the petty insults, George had kept his eyes on Sam; he missed him a lot, but not that he was unfamiliar with him.

Just last week, he had visited him, in secret, like he had for the past five years. He always visited him when he felt all broken or when he was too overwhelmed not to see him. Each time he visited, it always took a lot in him not to go to Sam and scoop him into his arms.

After the accident, he stayed for months, visiting him in secret until he was all better. It is surprising how Sam's family never knew someone was following their son around.

''If you ever do that to my son again, I will have your whole family committed, brat?'' his father scolds. He is acting like a crazy young man, not an army commander. His cool demeanor was all gone.

'' You are blushing.'' William turns abruptly to check on Sam, only to realize his face is all red.

The sweet smile and the gaze of love on his son's face said all that couldn't be said, but still, the anger was not going away.

He had always been protective of Sam, but coming out kind of pushed him to the limit. He was extra protective. He did know when to advance or when to retreat.

''It's time to leave, Dad, or you won't be home for dinner. 'You don’t want to make Mum angry.'' Sam insisted, changing the topic of their conversation. He drags him towards the car. He had to send him away faster so that he could go looking for him. The one he wanted to see. His love. He had to push him away, or else he would not have left easily without asking a thousand questions.

''Is that him, the one you are looking for?'' his father asks, watching him. Sam's face flushes, he looks down shyly, smiling, and that is all the answer his father needed to start fuming again.

Sam had to find ways to force him away. ''Do you remember what you had to go through when you missed dinner with Mum?'' Sam smiled cheekily, reminding him.

Once, William had missed his dinner appointment with Belle. She had left home for a whole month. William knew she was on an island, enjoying the sandy beaches, but no matter how he searched for her, he never found her until she was ready to go home by herself. Quite a heartbreaking punishment. One that he never wanted to go through again. Since then, all his appointments with her have been met.

After his father leaves reluctantly, Sam makes his way to his allocated hostel. He is quite surprised when he opens his room and comes face to face with the man he wished to see more than anything. The man he loved. George had arranged for Sam to be placed in his private condo. Seeing him here, George had convinced himself that Sam was there for him. He also loved him back; it was not all in his head.

"You are here?" Sam thought loudly, quite surprised to find him inside the room he was assigned. He was just thinking about how to find him, and suddenly there he was, looking at him with anticipation. George didn’t seem surprised to see Sam; he was expecting him, and he didn't bother to hide it.

He stands up and walks towards him, close but barely touching him, only a light touch on his arms, and yet Sam feels heat all over his body.

His eyes glitter, wanting more. He keeps gazing at him. So much to be said between them, but no words to define their feelings.

''I am George, nice to meet you.'' He breaks the silence, stretching his hand out to Sam.

''Sam, nice to meet you,'' he answers warmly, shaking his hands while gazing into his eyes. George's hand was big and warm, and Sam could feel his hand disappear into his. His eyes felt so familiar that he couldn't help but think maybe there was still a chance for them. Nothing changed. Things weren't that bad. Introducing themselves to each other somehow eased the tension between them, allowing them to move closer to each other.

George leans in closer; he couldn't help it, tempting Sam, teasing him with the promise of a kiss, then takes a step back. He can't rush things again. He wouldn't dare; the fear of losing him again was still there. What if Sam leaves again? He had to restrain himself. He couldn't bear to lose him again.

''Your dad is a little scary,'' he remarked in his deep voice, smiling. He said the first thing that came to his mind: to distract them from what was about to happen. His eyes sparkled. Before Sam came in, he had practiced smiling for over twenty minutes. He was a little nervous, like Sam was, but for different reasons. As cold as he is, making small conversation is something new to him, and he couldn't afford to alienate Sam. He needed to appear normal with him.

Sam felt him watching him; his intense gaze gave him butterflies. His heart raced, and he could feel it thumping out of his chest. He talked fast, and he couldn't stop himself ''He seems scary, but he is nice,'' Sam comforted him shyly.

''My mum and my brother are the scary ones, you should meet them.'' Sam continues to explain with so much pride in his voice why his family seemed a little scary. He was so proud of his family. He'd suddenly turned back to talkative Sam.

''Are you sure you should be sharing so much information with me?'' George asked, quite dazed at how talkative Sam was behaving.

Sam could not believe it. Just minutes after his dad left, he was already selling out all their information to a stranger.

''You haven’t changed,'' George uttered silently under his breath, finally acknowledging their past.

''You too.'' Sam beams'' I am sorry, I can’t help it, I have this great urge to tell you everything you missed.'' Sam murmurs under his breath, feeling his cheeks turn red. ''I missed you.''

If Sam were looking in a mirror, he would have felt very stupid, but he really couldn't stop himself. George had some kind of power over him that made me feel like he had to tell him everything about himself. Especially his eyes. Sam wanted to share everything with him. Everything he had missed. A crazy thought, right? It only took a day, and George knew everything about Sam. Every little thing, but somehow it didn't matter. Sam knew Edward was doing the same thing to George. Everyone around him since childhood had been under his brother's watch.

The apartment was small but richly decorated. Sam’s room is clean and nicely decorated with purple flowers just waiting for him to move in. He is delighted by the decorations, and he likes the room. Only he played dumb enough not to ask how George knew how to make the decorations in his favorite color.