Sam and Tom headed home in silence. Nothing more had been said about the incident in the restaurant but Sam still couldn't believe what she had seen. How could Zoe do something like that to her?. First Dylan now Iain? None of it made any sense. 'Sam, you okay? You've barely said anything since we…'Tom began cautious of how Sam was going to react personally he thought Sam had slightly over reacted. If she was as happy with him then seeing her ex with someone else shouldn't bother Sam at all... Should it?
'Sorry Tom I just can't believe Zoe would do such a thing' Sam muttered.
'Sam, why does it bother you seeing Iain with someone else. Anyone would think way you reacted was because you were jealous' Tom said. 'Don't be ridiculous' Sam very much almost snapped. 'See there we go again, Sam be honest with me. Do you feel anything for him?' Tom asked.
Sam looked at him, he looked as if he was pleading with her. 'Of course I don't, I've already said I'm not interested in Iain haven't I? I'm living with you' Sam said. Tom seemed to believe her. 'Okay I believe you but you would tell me other wise wouldn't you?' Tom asked. And Sam nodded.
'Well we could still go out for our date night if you want or we could just watch a film' Tom suggested. 'I think a movie sounds a great idea' Sam said and Tom nodded. She watched and he headed over to her film collection to pick out a film so they could watch, her mind still very much focused on what Zoe and Iain would get up to. If he had done it to make her feel jealous it had worked. She seethed at the very thought. But she loved Tom didn't she? She was with Tom wasn't she? It was Tom she loved so why on earth was Iain creeping into her thoughts like he was? He had some held over her, she was sure of it.
Tom returned with the film and placed the disc into the DVD player, before sitting down on the couch, Sam followed suit Tom opened his arms so Sam could snuggle up next to him, she placed her head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, as they're attention was focused purely on the film. Maybe Tom had picked a sad film on purpose or maybe it was her emotions running wild but by the end of the film, Sam had found herself crying. Tom noticed. 'Hey what's wrong?' he asked her.
She didn't answer him. Simply buried her head into his chest. Tom wiped away her tears with his finger. 'Sam talk to me' he said pleadingly. But she continued to cry into his chest, soaking his t-shirt that he had on. It wasn't like Sam to cry, for as long as he known her. This wasn't like her.
'Sam, talk to me' Tom asked once the final few tears had fallen. 'It was nothing Tom, really just a sad film' Sam lied. 'It's not like you to cry at endings' he said softly.
'Yeah well I did, I do have some emotions you know' Sam added. 'I know you do but if there was something bothering you, you would tell me right?' Tom asked and Sam nodded once more.
'Okay then, we better get off to bed, we've both got early starts tomorrow.' Tom said and Sam let him take her by the hand and lead her upstairs, Tom stripped down to his boxers while Sam headed to the bathroom before she joined him, slipping under the cover of the bed, and snuggled up to Tom. Her mind and Heart arguing against each other.