Terribly sorry about the long wait .
"What the hell was that all about?" You demand.
Freddie just shut the door to Carly's apartment and now you're alone with her. Again. And you can't help but think, can't stop thinking, about the last time you were alone together. You're sitting on her couch and she's taking food out of the fridge, getting ready to cook her and Spencer's dinner.
She walks over to an arm of the couch, "What was what all about?" She asks.
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about Carly, you were...touching me, touching my leg under the table with your foot, and don't tell me it was unintentional because I saw you smiling..."
"Why would I do that?" She asks you innocently, and it melts your heart, it really does, but you still want to get to the bottom of this so you press on, or at least you try to because she's really close, moving to the front of the couch until she's facing you and her knees are touching yours and God, you didn't know knees could be so sexy but hers could start a new trend... Her stomach is level with your face and you're staring up at her and you can't really think straight because she's right there and she's just looking at you, waiting for an answer you can't give.
"I don't...know?" It comes out as a question and you hate how pathetic it sounds because you're Sam and you're bold and unafraid of what anyone thinks, but you know that's not true because you do care, you care about what she thinks and thats one of the few things you really do care about, that and ham. You're not looking at her, looking anywhere but her really, because you're scared of what she might see if you do look at her and you're afraid of what you might do.
Now she's leaning over you, towering really, and bending down slowly until her face is level with yours and she's staring into your eyes, making you look at her, and you can feel her breath on your lips and it's surprisingly cold and that sort of turns you on, but she's still moving closer every second and now your lips are almost touching and her hand comes up to brush along your jawline and God, now she's pulling you into her and you're instinctively closing your eyes and tilt your head slightly and meet her lips softly.
She's still touching your cheek, her fingers lightly trailing across your face and now her tongue gently traces your lips and it's as cold as her breath and it really, really turns you on because she hasn't been eating anything cold as far as you know and you're wondering if it's always like that even when it's really warm out and you're thinking that's a theory you'd definitely like to test. All of a sudden she's pulling back and her fingers are touching your lips and pulling down and then they're gone too, leaving you feeling all shivery and warm at the same time, and now she's walking away, towards the kitchen, and now she's opening a bag of frozen peas and putting them into a bowl and putting the bowl into the microwave; a minute and thirty seconds.
What kills you is that she doesn't even look back.
Author's Note: So I met a girl. Well really, I had met her before now, but we've started talking and we hung out last week. I wish I was out, cause she's gay and I'm really attracted to her. Damn my unaccepting parents.
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