Once again, hello everyone! I hope that you are all well, and I also hope that you will enjoy this chapter as you have enjoyed the others. I do admit, I find myself ending up with a lot of... 'deleted scenes' if you know what I mean hehe. This chapter especially. I bet you can all guess what this chapter's deleted scene was of ;)


"What took you so long?" Sam whined in question as I emerged from the bathroom clothed in pajama pants and a black tank top.

"Um, well, I was just a little lost in thought," I said, messing around with some of the things on my dresser.

"Well, I hope you weren't having fun in there without me," the mischievous twinkle in her eyes was unmistakable.

I blushed, and then it happened. In a fraction of a second, her eyes seemed to rake over the entirety of my body and if I didn't feel like my legs would give out from that, they did when Sam ran her tongue over her bottom lip as if savoring something absolutely delicious that she had tasted, or at least wanted to taste.

And there I was fooling myself again.

Sam probably didn't even notice that she did it, so there was no use in making a big deal out of it.

I began to stutter out a reply, and at seeing my nervousness, one of Sam's eyebrows arched in interest.

"Whoa, nuh uh!" she stood from the bed quickly and walked over to me with a large grin on her face. "You were?" she questions in disbelief.

"W-what? No! I wasn't doing anything in there!" I try to defend, but Sam was grinning like an idiot and standing from the bed.

"Admit it, cupcake," Sam said, now an inch away from me. Something about her seemed different, I was beginning to notice. She seemed more… dangerous, intimidating, threatening. Sam was like a predator. And I was like her prey.

But, for some reason, I still felt safe around her.

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, pushing her slightly.

In a dramatic fashion, Sam fell back onto the bed heavily, dragging me with her. "Are you sure?" she asked. Then she closed her eyes and smelled me, causing my blush to deepen. "You smell like you've been getting a bit worked up," she commented with a smirk on her face.

"Sam," I whined at her teasing and squirmed in her grip. She just laughed, switching our positions so that she was lying on top of me. I secretly loved when Sam would play around with me like this, it made me feel defenseless, but somehow I was comfortable with it.

"Carly," Sam whined back, mimicking my voice in an annoying way. She rolled off of me and pulled some of the blanket around herself. "I'm tired, are you ready to sleep?" she asks.

I nod, turning my light off as I lay down next to her. Sam snuggles up to me and wraps an arm around my waist.

"Goodnight Sam,"

"Night cupcake."

I smile and drift to sleep peacefully.