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Chapter 2- Sweeping Through My
Dreams.
It became an addiction.
After the first night, he was back the next and the night after that, the one following that too.
Sam just couldn't help himself.
He was intruding, but she'd never know; unless he told her when she came home.
It was just that he couldn't sleep anymore.
On his own couch, in his own bed. Anywhere. Except her bed.
So he started the ritual of failed attempts to get some sleep at his own house before sneaking into her condo in the middle of the night and sleeping in her bed.
She'd been gone for three months, and he'd been here every night for one month doing it, since the first night when he thought that she was the Jane Doe.
He didn't see it as breaking and entering, well it wasn't really, he was using her key. He'd somehow managed to hang on to it, even after she had given him his back. Hers just stayed on his keyring, resting between his like it belonged there.
He started cleaning out her condo too, making sure the plants had water. He changed the bed linen and washed it at her condo just to make her bed smell close enough to her so that he could loose himself in the smell while flashes of her swept through his dreams.
Three months later, he was still doing the same thing, each night swearing that it would be the last. But it never was, he always came back.
He was doing everything he was against, invading her personal space, her privacy, breaking her trust; but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't stop.
This was the closest that he could get to her right now, and that was all he wanted.
Her.
When they were dating, they hardly spent the night here and when they had he was out the door first thing in the morning. Now he didn't want to leave.
...
She wondered what this would feel like, the slowing roll of the tires until they came to a stop nestled in silence against the tarmac.
The moving lights of a passing car cast shadows over the driver's face, his frown intently aimed at her. That was his thing with her lately, he'd just frown at her, but no asking questions.
She liked the new improved attitude he had, it suited him.
Luke was a good guy, but he had gotten lost along the way. But he seems to have found himself again.
Nick was smiling at her from the front passenger seat, he was happy that they were done and finally going home, which just happened to be right outside the car door for him now.
With a timid wave Andy said goodbye as he got out of the front seat, and she got in. They'd grown close over the six months they'd spent together, a friendship so strong being born out of it that she knew nothing would break their bond.
"You okay?" Luke asked as he pulled away from the curb and steered the SUV towards her condo after they had dropped Nick off at home.
Weird how it worked- they had slipped away in the middle of the night, and now they were making their return the same way. Under the cover of darkness.
"Yup, glad to be home" Andy smiled, her nerves not fully covered by her voice.
The thing was, when she left she knew pretty much what she was leaving behind, but coming home- she had absolutely no idea what would be waiting for her, or how things would be.
It terrified her.
"You guys did good" Luke mumbled sensing her reservations but wrongly assuming it to be about Dakota.
"Thanks".
"Going to do it again?".
"Yeah, no. I have no idea. Maybe short-term". She had no idea. She was still swirling away on the natural high she was on from a job well done.
It was so much easier to see why Sam was a total UC-junkie. Why he had done them over and over again. She never really got why he stopped.
The feeling was amazing, out of this world.
But did she want more?
"Yeah, maybe. But think about it next time before you jump into it. It's hard to leave everything, and everyone behind"
Andy looked at Luke not really sure of what he was trying to say. Sure she made an under pressure decision to leave in the first place, but she wasn't sorry not even after Sam... 'Nope, not going to do this now'. She switched the Sam trail of thought too off and instead gazed out the window while Luke drove her home.
She'd missed this, her own familiar streets, her home. There was no place like home, and even though Toronto was tainted with painful memories and wounding heartache, it was still her home.
Luke's hand on her shoulder woke her up. She had her head against the window her eyes closed just for a moment- just long enough for her to fall asleep.
She was exhausted. Tired. Drained.
She had been getting minimal sleep for the last four months while things heated up while they were under.
But it was also twenty past three in the morning, and she'd spent five hours in the car driving home, Luke driving all over the country side in a bid to get them home safely and make sure they weren't followed on the off chance that someone made it out of the bust unseen.
"We're here" he said before getting out and retrieving her bag from the back seat. He held it out and she took it with a grateful smile.
"Thanks" she mumbled and shifted from foot to foot because of the way he was looking at her right now. It was as if he was measuring up the ways she had changed while she had been gone.
"Night Andy" Luke said before Andy returned the words and walked into her building.
Her tired legs carried her up the stairs and stopped in front of her door, the key slipping into the lock and turning it silently.
She set her bag down gently once she was inside, and creaked the door closed so that she wouldn't wake the neighbors.
Andy shrugged off the light jacket she had on and hung it over the back of the couch, the smell of her fabric softener potent as it floated around in the air. It made her think of Traci stopping by and looking after her condo in her absence.
Andy tip-toed into the kitchen and took a glass out of the cupboard and poured herself a glass of water while she sipped on it and lavished in the feeling of being home.
It felt really good.
When her water was finished she set the glass down in the basin and moved to her bedroom, turning the light on.
It was the only light she had turned on, the street lights outside her windows cast enough light throughout her condo to see in the dark.
Andy blinked a few times as the sharp light made her eyes lose focus for a few seconds as she stood in the doorway waiting for the bright lights to adjust; and her vision to return to normal.
What she wasn't expecting was movement in her bed, the flash of dark hair and the flesh of an arm as it threw back the top covers and dark eyes stared at her.
Andy stifled the scream she felt rumble around in her stomach, her brain telling her to swallow it just before it ripped free from her lips.
Sam was getting hot.
It was summer and really uncomfortably warm.
Usually he slept without a shirt on, but sleeping in Andy's bed made him feel like it was morally wrong to be here and be half naked, so he kept his shirt on.
Except tonight.
After putting clean linen on the bed, he climbed in and felt restless because he was overheating.
So he took his shirt off, tossed it across the room and settled down comfortably before feeling sleep clutch at him.
Normally he doesn't miss a thing, not even in his sleep. But he'd missed her coming in, missed her moving around in her own home, and only saw her when she hit the light, jumped a foot in the air and then started scowling at him?
Man, she was pissed off.
"Sam?". She yelled his name out as her cheeks flooded with red, it wasn't a blush, it was the hue of anger. He was so busted right now.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he flashed her a dimpled grin, but it didn't work, it just made her madder.
"You're back". Well that was obvious.
"You're... What?... My bed Sam?". She was so mad, that her tongue was tying itself up in knots instead of wagging her words out. "Really?" She yelled, her hands on her hips as she flushed even redder.
Sam found it a beautiful sight, even if it wasn't really a blush.
Sam pushed back the covers and sat up, Andy's eyes drooping down a bit to run over him before she snapped them to his face and huffed out a loud breath.
"Just... Just put a shirt on". She picked his scattered shirt up off the floor and tossed it at him before heading straight for the door.
"Wake me up when you miss me" Sam called out after her and flopped back down onto her pillows.
Andy froze in the doorway and spun around before stalking over to him and tugged the covers off the bed. "Up".
Sam found her to be most amusing, even if she was mad he could still see the signs that she found it ridiculous that he was waiting for her to come home in her bed.
Andy picked his discarded shirt up off the bed again and rammed it into his hands before doing the same with his shoes.
"Get out of my bed Sam. Get dressed and leave". Andy huffed the words out leaving herself breathless.
"Andy..."
"No Sam, you need to go... now"
Andy flew out of the room, her feet carrying her at an incredible pace.
Sam slid out of Andy's bed, and shrugged his shirt over his head while his feet fumbled across the floor after her.
Andy hit the lights in the lounge when she made it into the room, her hand shaking just enough to give away the adrenaline surging through her.
Was this anywhere remotely close to normal?
To have your EX waiting in your condo, sleeping in your bed?
Nope, definitely not, but then again, this was Sam- not just anyone.
"Andy I can explain" Sam said when he found her trying to sift through the pile of unopened mail that he had brought in for her and left neatly stacked on the half-moon shaped table in the hallway.
"Seriously?" Andy mumbled, not daring to look at him. If she did it would weaken her resolve, so no looking at him then.
"Yuuup". Sam dragged the word out looking for a plausible explanation to use; one that wouldn't freak her out even more than she already was.
How would he explain his presence? 'I missed you so I was sleeping in your bed to be closer to you while you were gone?'. So not going to happen.
"Sam, I'm tired so...".
"Yeah, okay" Sam said bending down to tuck his feet into his sneakers. Lucky for him, he'd slept in his shorts.
When he was done lacing them up, he looked up to find her space vacated, she'd slipped away without him even noticing.
He figured she'd gone to get a shower or to change or to just get away from him.
Looking towards her bedroom he found the door pushed most of the way closed, but not completely. He debated leaving her key but decided against it; simply because she hadn't asked for it back.
Then he simply left.
Andy heard the telltale signs that Sam had left when he closed the front door behind him.
She had returned to her bedroom to hide out until he was gone while her mind tried to make sense of him being here.
But of course, nothing about Sam ever made sense. It never had and probably never would.
She had spent a fair amount of time UC wondering if he was okay, and how things would be between them when she came home, but this- this just never crossed her conscious thoughts or invaded her dreams.
She'd pictured Sam dating someone else, she'd visualized him having left UC again, she'd even allowed thoughts of him transferring to cross her mind. Just to prepare herself for whatever she'd find.
And then he was here when she got home, and had to say 'Wake me up when you miss me'? Seriously, who says stuff like that?
Andy sat on the end of her bed before reaching out and snatching the pillow that Sam had been sleeping on, up and hugging it in her lap.
Even from where it was she could smell his cologne, smell him- on her pillow.
She lifted the pillow a little closer to her face and sniffed it, Sam's scent overwhelming her as it became more potent.
What was she doing?
She really had no idea anymore.
She had been hoping that Sam would be waiting when she came home, and when he literally was- she kicked him out this time of the morning?
Not one of her finer moments.
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