She forces down surprise when she feels his fingers brush over her own. She isn't use to the contact, not use to anyone wanting her like this, least of all someone like Sam. His hand hovers above hers and when she does not take the opportunity to move pale fingers slide between her dark ones forming a gentle grasp. She holds her breath.
The two of them sit side by side on the floor of her livingroom. A moment that came about as the result of a surprising last minute invitation from her parents who had heard about Sam's holiday situation. In front of them the tv flickers images of frosty the snowman and the sound of some jolly song can be heard coming from the radio in a distant room but neither are paying much attention.
Mercedes would be lying if she said she wasn't happy that Sam had accepted the invitation but his presence did more than set her hormones into overdrive. Being around him had stirred up memories she had long since forced herself to forget and yet here they were coming back with a vengeance. For most of the day she had been able to keep her distance. The two had been kept busy with last minute preparations, dirty dishes and cleaning but with her parents snowed in at her aunts house and nothing more to clean she had been forced to sit and this was the closest they had been to one another in a long time.
He's so close to her now that she can feel the heat radiating through his thin shirt and smell the scent of industrial soap, axe and something uniquely Sam. Closing her eyes she allows herself to inhale the scent before the sound of his voice brings her back into the present."Cedes"?
The girl feels her face burn in response to Sam's nickname for her. "Yes"? She tries to keep her eyes focused on the ending movie but the feeling of a warm hand on her chin forces her to turn in the direction of the young man beside her. Leaning forward his lips press against hers and she melts
"Shane " she says suddenly as if trying more to remind herself then that man beside her of her present commitment. Sam doesn't respond to her words nor does he remove his hand. He looks her in the eye and ask her what he has been wondering since the day he returned."Do you love him"?
Mercedes doesn't speak. She knows that if she says something now it will only be the truth. A moment later she turns only to feel Sam's lips pressed against her own. It's too late now for her to think of anything else his free hands slides down the side of her neck and she melts