You heard a soft whimper.
Your eyes opened slightly, and groggily scoured your dark bedroom. You saw nothing. You shut your eyes once again, in hopes of drifting back to sleep.
There it was again. A sniffle.
Your eyes were flew open and you sat up.
"Sam?" You whispered. Another whimper. But this time it was louder. You kicked of the bed clothes and quietly patted to your friend Sam's room. He wasn't there.
"Sam? Is that you?" Another sniffle.
"(n-name)? Is that y-you?" It was Sam. But his voice sounded cracked and broken. Like glass that had been shattered into a million pieces. You could tell by his voice, that he had been crying. Probably for quite some time.
You rushed down the stairs and looked around the living room for Sam. But he was nowhere to be found.
"Sam, where are you?" You said a little louder now.
"I-in the kitchen...Oh god, (name), help..." You ran in the direction of the kitchen. You were quite scared for your crush. What could be wrong? Was he hurt?
"I'm coming, Sammy!" You ran into the kitchen, and saw Sam with his knees tucked to his chest.
"Sammy!" You sat down next to him.
"(n-name)?" He looked up at you. His eyes were red and bleary. Tears soaked his cheeks and as you rested a hand on his shoulder, you noticed that he was trembling. He wore his famous puppy eyes. It broke you heart to see such a big, strong man so sad, hurt and broken.
"I'm here, Sam." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He returned the hug, immediately. His big muscular arms held you as tight as he could. His body was warm and shaking. He rested his head on your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his long brown hair.
"What happened, Sam?" You said softly.
"I-I-I had a p-panic attack."
"Oh Sammy, I'm so sorry. Those really do suck ass." You said as you kissed him on the top of his head.
"(name)...I'm really scared..." Sam sounded like he was about to cry once again. You stroked his hair once again.
"Okay, it's okay...take a deep breath..." You cooed. You could feel him follow your directions and begin to breathe slowly. He relaxed, and held you close to his body.
After a few more minutes of him breathing deeply, he sits up, his arms still around you.
"Better?" You ask softly. But your words were greeted by his lips pressed against yours. His lips were warm and soft. You were surprised at first, but relaxed. Your crush was kissing you!
After you got over the initial shock of that fact, you could taste the sweetness of his mouth. His tongue brushed on your bottom lip, begging for entrance to your mouth. You let his tongue slip in, and he moaned with gratitude. His tongue played with yours and searched your mouth. After a while, you slip your tongue into his mouth, dominantly. He let out another moan of satisfaction at the fact that you were being dominant.
His hands roamed around your torso, feeling up your hips and curves. You put your arms around his neck. One of his hands slyly slipped up the front of your shirt and brushed his hand over your ribs. His hands were hot and felt great on your skin.
You both pull away, for air. His hot breath danced on your cheek.
"Better." you both smile.
