Sam wasn’t letting you out of his grasp. The scent of weed and cologne clung to him, and his comfortable bed with soft grey sheets made it hard to resist staying. What else could you possibly want? You and Sam even shared the same music taste—perfect!

Sam was obsessed with you. You were the only thing on his mind, and his attachment style leaned toward the anxious side. He couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving, not even for a moment.

“Never go…” he mumbled, caressing the side of your waist. It was as if he needed you there to keep him grounded, his touch both tender and possessive. He clung to you, afraid of the empty space that would be left behind if you walked away.