Vic’s call interrupted my intense game of UNO for the third time that night. I hit decline, once again and then adjusted my eyes to the screen, groaning when I didn’t have a red card to put down when the person after me had already called UNO a turn earlier. I had been playing the bots on the app for the past five hours. Needless to say, I had mastered the rules, mesmerized most of the moves, and worked my way all the way up from the Beginning difficulty to the Expert difficulty. I’d say it was a successful day sitting alone in a hotel room.

Just as I was about the hit ‘new game’, another call came in. I tapped the screen just as it popped up, causing me to answer the call. I cursed, checked the name, sighed, and then pulled it up to my hear to hear Vic’s voice saying the last part of my name.

“Hey, Vic,” I said sadly.

“Samia! Hey, are you busy?” He sounded so happy to hear my voice, but there was also something else – something he was nervous about or holding back and I was pretty sure I knew what it was.

“No,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Oh, just got back to the bus. It was such a great set today.” He spoke very slowly and softly. “You should have seen it…”

“Yeah, it’s too bad I missed it,” I said. My words weren’t convincing though. I was distant, and I knew that Vic could sense this.

“Where were you, anyway? You didn’t even tell me you wouldn’t be going to today’s date.”

I mentally cursed myself for forgetting, yet again, the lie I had said earlier to get out of telling them why I couldn’t cross the Canadian border. Well, any border, really. “I had to attend a funeral,” I said, desperately hoping that my lies matched up. I really should think of a more elaborate story so I wouldn’t forget for the next time I had to skip out on this tour date.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Sam. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Oh, um…it’s no big deal, really. It was a distant aunt, but my grandma really wanted me to be there with her since she knew we would be passing by New York around the time of the funeral. So I just took a couple of days off.” I knew for sure that what I had told Dan was definitely something different than this. At least Vic and Dan didn’t know each other or talk.

“Oh,” Vic said softly. “Are you in your hotel room?”

“Yeah, why?” I asked. But quickly slapped my head to my forehead when I realized how suspicious staying in a hotel would sound if I was visiting family. Not that I had any family to really visit, anyway.

“Because I’m outside of your room,” he said.

“Wh-“ My words were cut short when my phone beeped, indicating that Vic had hung up. I stared at my phone for a minute, then back over to the door, then down at my phone. What?

There was a knock at the door to my hotel room and my heart skipped a beat. There was no possible way that Vic could really be there, right? I tried to remember if I had ordered room service, or maybe some extra pillows – anything that would explain why someone was knocking on my door. But there was no excuse other than the fact that someone was really there to see me. And according to Vic, that someone was him.

I stood up when he knocked again and slowly made my way over to the door. I looked through the peep hole and sure enough, saw the distorted image of Vic standing in the hall. He was looking to his left, staring awkwardly down the hall. He lifted up and adjusted his hat before tugging on his hair a bit to make sure it was tame. I let out a deep sigh and then slowly began to pull open the door.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, staring deep into Vic’s eyes.

He shrugged and let himself into the room, leaving me still staring in the hallway, confused.

“Vic,” I said as I turned around. “How did you know where to find me?”

“I asked Kenny, I told him it was important. That you were helping me with some stuff for the band. So I bought a ticket over here as soon as the set was over.”

I groaned and collapsed onto the bed right beside where Vic was sitting.

“Even though we haven’t known each other for very long, I can still tell when you’re lying. And, now that I think about it, you actually lie a lot. Why?”

I kept my head buried in the pillows as I tried to think of another lie to tell him. I hated how my life had to revolve around so many lies. I hated how these hands held so many secrets. I hated how I could never allow myself to get close to anybody.

“Stop trying to lie to me, Samia. I thought you said we were best friends. Best friends don’t keep secrets.”

“I already told you, Vic,” I sighed. “I just…I can’t share my story with you. It’s too hard.”

Vic shook his head and fell back onto the bed so he was lying next to me. He gently pushed my dark hair from my face and looked at my face that was scrunched up from being smashed into the bed. He laughed a little bit when I groaned, but our smiles faded when I finally turned to look at him.

For the first time I really admired his beauty. His skin was so flawless –an even tone all throughout with no scars or blemishes on his face. His lips were plump and looked a tad bit dry, but still glistened a bit from his saliva. His eyelashes were long and looked soft as they brushed against his cheek when he blinked. He brown eyes were calming and curious – they almost made me feel comfortable enough to spill my guts out to him.

I wanted to open up to somebody so badly. I wanted to spill my guts, to lighten the pressure in my head just a bit. But I couldn’t. No matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn’t let people see me as I was on the records. I couldn’t let people know my past – I wanted them to know me.

Vic was staring at me just as I was looking at him. I felt a bit insecure under his gaze, but I let him take in all of my features. I watched his eyes follow the shape of my face very slowly. He looked from my lips to my eyes, but quickly looked away when he saw that I was staring at him. He looked down my arms, tracing over my tattoos and then his gaze stopped when he reached my hands.

I quickly flipped them over so the palms were hidden in the blankets of the hotel bed. I pushed them down to hide the welts and the scars so he couldn’t see.

“Why?” Vic asked softly. He looked back into my eyes, but this time I was the one to look away. I looked down at the bedding and just shook my head lightly, letting my hair fall back into my face, hiding my features from him once again.

I felt him take in a shaky breath as he reached his hand out and pushed my hair back, careful to not let his skin some in contact with mine. His fingertips just barely grazed beside my ear as he tucked my hair back and I felt the skin burning at his touch. I wanted more. Which was bad, very bad.

He slowly moved his hand so it was hovering over my shoulder. My breathing was a bit heavier now as my nerves got the best of me. He slowly lowered his hand so it was just barely touching my skin. I tensed up a bit, but Vic didn’t pull his hand away, he just froze, leaving his palm gently resting against my shoulder. When I didn’t say anything, he gently allowed the rest of his hand to touch my skin. He slowly began to trace his hand down my arm, leaving a burning trail as he moved painfully slow.

“Vic…” I said softly when he neared my wrist. He paused for a moment and gave me the chance to pull away from him before he could reach my hands, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted to feel love even on my most hidden and secretive parts of myself. And my hands were the gateway to that part of me.

He slowly traced his fingertips up the bottom of my hand and I immediately felt a tingling sensation running through my palms. He was barely touching the heel of my palm, but I could already feel the nerves bubbling up. I knew in my head that I wanted to scream and pull away before he could feel the scars of my past, but I just couldn’t. My heart and my senses were telling me to let it happen. To let Vic take care of me. To let Vic know me, all of me. Past included.

As his fingers slowly trailed up my palm, my body remained stiff. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly to try and stop the nervous tears from falling, but they flooded through my eyelids and fell down my cheeks, softly mixing in with my hair beneath me. I could feel him trace over the first welt with his index finger. It felt different to have his slightly calloused fingers rubbing over my palms – I was so used to the feeling of my own calloused hands now and nobody else’s. Not even…

I finally let out a breath as Vic reached the top of my palm. I was expecting him to pull away, to question the scars and question the welts, but instead I felt his palm slowly meeting mine. This was the part that frightened me the most. Hands are so personal – they are your life. They hold everything that you experience – the touch of your first lover, the touch of your first guitar string, the touch of your own body, the touch of the first time you hold your newborn child, the touch of your family members…hands hold your history of everything that has touched your life – for better and for worse.

His palm was flush against mine and I felt an adrenaline coursing through my veins as he pushed his fingers between mine, gently lacing them together. He folder his fingers over and I instinctually did the same – our hands locked and our stories exchanging through the touch of our palms. I wished that the physical contact was enough for him to understand. I wished that the contact could tell him what my words couldn’t, but I knew it wasn’t that easy.

I felt Vic’s free hand gently trace the hair that he had tucked behind my ear, this time his fingertips freely ghosted over my skin, setting my body on fire. I opened my eyes and saw Vic already staring at mine. He looked down at my lips and that’s when I knew that I wanted him. I wanted to feel appreciated and I wanted to be accepted. I knew that with Austin I just wanted to feel, and after I had sex with him I regretted it, but this time it was for something else. It was to feel a certain sense of acceptance. Something that I knew only Vic could give me.

Vic scooted his body closer to mine. We were laying on our sides, facing each other, our hands locked and knees gently touching. He moved his head in with his lips leading the way to mine. I felt his breath against mine and my heart began to pound. I wanted this. Oh, boy, did I want this.

“I’m not looking for a relationship,” I murmured just as I felt his lips graze over mine.

“I just want to be friends,” Vic confirmed, reciting the conversation we had on the first day that we had met. The words we spoke were empty, though. Just to try and assure ourselves that this was really happening. Whatever the hell was even happening here.

His lips pushed fully against mine and I couldn’t help but already let out a slight moan at the sensation of his lips. My body was burning and tingling at the thought of Vic’s hand in my own – at the feeling of his hand in mine. Vic’s tongue gently traced over my lips, and we eagerly parted our mouths to allow our tongues to touch. His tongue was soft and gentle with mine – there was passion and not just lust or a quickness to get off. There was a connection.

We slowly pulled apart after a moment so we could catch our breath. We paused and looked at each other, just staring. I slowly pulled my hand from his, feeling suddenly anxious at the loss of his touch. I reached down and grabbed onto my shirt, lifting my back up so I could pull it over my head. Vic did the same to his own shirt and then looked over my body. He noticed the small scars that were in random places around my torso. He gently traced over them before moving his hand up to cup my breast from over my bra. He rubbed the lacy material a bit as he seemed to take everything in. I placed my hand over his, my palm hitting his knuckles as I led his hand around my back and to the clasp of my bra. I placed my fingers over his and assisted him in pinching the clasp, making it come un-done in a quick snap.

Vic moved so he was straddling me on the bed now. He slowly pulled the straps down my shoulders and I held out my arms as he pulled it off of my body very slowly. He stared down at me with hungry and loving eyes. I looked down at his shorts, noticing the tension that was beginning to grow as he continued to stare at me. He reached down and gently began to massage my chest. I couldn’t help but squirm under his touch. It felt amazing to have his hands on my body, to have his hands so close to me.

We removed our bottoms quickly, but not before he grabbed a condom from his wallet that was in the back pocket of his shorts. I reached up and removed his hat as he pushed the condom onto himself. I tossed his hat across the room like a Frisbee, smiling as I saw it land on the dresser beside the TV. Vic hovered over me, positioning himself between my legs. He took himself in his hand and gently rubbed over my entrance a few times to tease me, getting me more and more aroused. Vic tapped himself against my center and groaned before I felt his tip lined up at my entrance. He pushed himself into me and I let out a deep breath as the pleasure filled my body.

Vic laid flat against me, with his legs in between mine. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his body as he moved his hips slowly, using his knees to lift his hips with every thrust. My hands were sitting on the pillow beside me, palms facing the ceiling, so vulnerable, inviting Vic’s hands to touch mine once again.

His hands traveled up my torso, rubbed over my breasts, and then up my arms until he snaked his fingers between mine and locked them in place. Our hands were locked beside my head. He used this new position to prop himself up so he could thrust a bit harder – his knees digging into the mattress and his arms supported his body while he hands were locked with mine.

I let out a moan as he moved a bit faster. Vic continued to grunt as he became more and more turned on as he thrust. I felt himself growing even harder as he continued to move, and I could feel my body starting to respond a lot more positively as I became more sensitive to his movements.

“Vic,” I moaned out in barely a whisper. I pulled him closer to my with my legs, making him hit even deeper than before.

He craned his neck down and began to bite and suck on my neck. I was sure that his actions were going to leave a mark, but I didn’t even care. All I could think about was how amazing it felt to be under Vic and to have our palms clasped together tightly.

My orgasm hit without even needing extra stimulation beside Vic’s thrusts. I arched my back and squeezed my legs together, pulling Vic closer to me as I tightened around him. He moaned out at the feeling and began to move a bit slower as he waited for me to finish my orgasm.I released my grip around him and spread my legs open once again, giving him full access to my hips. He thrust harder and faster, going at a consistent pace until he finally began to moan loudly. I continued to moan out as he continued to bring me pleasure in each thrust.

He finally reached his orgasm, and as he came he grabbed onto my hands even tighter than before, and I returned his grasp, our fingers squeezing together so tightly that it almost felt like bone hitting bone. He breathed heavily and let out content moans as he let out his breath. He slowly pulled himself out of me and reached down to give me a kiss right on my lips. He laid his sweaty body against mine, resting his forehead on mine, as he looked into my eyes.

“Your past could never change how amazing I think you are,” he said softly. “You need to know that, Samia.”

I sighed a bit. “I’m starting to realize it,” I breathed out.

He chuckled a bit and pulled his forehead away from mine to place a firm kiss to the top of my sweaty head. He sat up, but before he could pull his hand from mine, he kissed the back of my hand, letting his lips linger as he spoke to me.

“I don’t know what these hands have been through,” he said before pressing another kiss onto my skin, “but I sure would love to find out.”

I blushed as he kissed my hand one more time and then pulled away so he could head into the bathroom. I sighed as I walked to my suitcase and pulled out some pajamas to slip into. Vic emerged from the bathroom wearing basketball shorts and a fresh shirt, with a backpack hanging over his left shoulder. I didn’t even notice he had brought a sleepover bag with him.

He crawled into the blankets and pulled down the blankets on the side that I was laying down before patting the pillow a bit to fluff it up for me. He smiled as I shook my head and flicked off the light. I crawled into the bed beside him, immediately feeling him pull me against his body. I wrapped one of my legs between his legs.

He chuckled as I buried myself into his chest and cuddled up to him as much as possible. “I-I’m not looking for a relationship. Just a friendship.”

I felt that it was necessary for me to repeat myself, but mostly because I needed to drill it into my own head.

“I know, Sam,” Vic said with a slight laugh. “Me, too.”

Notes

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