Sara was truly terrified. She clung to him for a good four or five minutes before she managed to stop crying, but she still didn't dare to let go. Her small body kept trembling in his arms, each shake tugging at Jamie's heart. He felt awful and wished he could give himself a good smack for not being there sooner.
He reassured her, "Don't worry, it's probably just an old circuit tripping the breaker. I'll go check it out."
Only then did Sara sniffle and rise from his embrace, though her hands still gripped his arm tightly. She hid behind him, her voice thick with fear. "Mm."
Jamie had to slow his pace, letting her follow him to check the electrical panel. Sure enough, it was a tripped breaker. He flipped the switch, and the lights flickered before coming back on.
He looked down, gently soothing the girl behind him. "See, it was just a trip. Nothing to be scared of."
The light did little to comfort Sara. She continued to cling to Jamie's arm, her voice trembling with caution. "Maybe it's because you're here that those things don't dare come out. Once you leave, they'll start scaring me again."
Jamie was momentarily taken aback by her thought process. When he realized what she meant, his brows lifted slightly, and his voice lowered. "So?"
Sara moved closer, looking up at him with pitiful eyes. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
She was so close. Her soft breasts pressed against his arm, with most of them spilling out of her towel. Her pale skin was almost blinding, and her tear-streaked face looked incredibly pitiful and charming with her wet, long lashes and big, tearful eyes.
Jamie's throat bobbed twice. He couldn't find the words to respond, but certain desires began to creep up, darkening his gaze.
He had just finished washing up and hadn't brought his glasses in his hurry. Sara clearly saw the change in his expression. She took another look at his slightly youthful, handsome face and, after a brief moment of thought, felt like she had figured out what he was thinking.
He was probably afraid she might try to kiss him again.
Sara raised her hand, placing it over her heart like she was taking an oath. "Don't worry, I swear I won't touch you!"
Then, she clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture, her face looking pitiful as she begged, "Please, I really can't sleep alone tonight. I'll scare myself silly. Just stay with me this once, okay I swear I won't take advantage of you, I promise..."?"
Hearing her repeatedly say that, Jamie's heart pounded. Even though he knew she didn't mean it that way, he couldn't help his impure thoughts. His erection was starting to awaken beneath his pants. He quickly cut her off. "I get it, stop talking."
Sara blinked twice, cautiously asking, "You'll stay?"
Jamie nodded with a troubled expression. "Yeah."
"Great!" Sara let out a sigh of relief, leading Jamie to close the door and head upstairs. Only after they entered her room did she finally let go of his arm.
Jamie's arm, freed after being held for so long, felt strangely light. He glanced down at his partially exposed arm, still warm and soft from her touch. The faint, sweet scent that was uniquely hers lingered in the air, tickling his nose. It was only then that the nervousness of sharing a bed with her tonight truly set in.
"Um, can you turn around for a bit? I need to change." Sara's face reddened, and she spoke with obvious embarrassment.
His erection hardened almost instantly. He quickly turned around, trying to calm his breathing and clear his mind of the images. After a few minutes, he felt himself gradually relax. He sighed in relief just as Sara called out from behind him, "You can turn around now. Thank you for staying."
Jamie swallowed hard, his voice a bit husky, "It's no trouble at all."
