Hey guys! Here's another chapter, it's longer because of Holby tonight there might not be another update until tomorrow night; not entirely happy with this but enjoy! :)
"I'll go get ready then"
"Not that it takes much effort"
"Meaning?" Sam questioned his comment.
"You gorgeous with out trying" He spoke proudly letting her free from his warming hold.
She slipped him a gracious smile before heading upstairs, completely confused by his new found romantic side.
Tom turned his mind back to his hand; one, two, three blisters. He defiantly didn't over react.
He took this time to think over things; what had happened in the last month, how much has changed and mainly what he wanted in the future.
His new romantic gestures is just the start. After the drug addiction, the lies and finally meeting his birthfather Tom had realised what he'd become. He wasn't changing but returning to the man he used to be.
Meanwhile, Sam had showered and was debating on what to wear. As a child Sam was a tomboy - not one for mini skirts, socks with thrills on or bows in her hair, this was going to be interesting.
After countless pairings of jeans, shirts and jackets she slipped on a simple black dress and a pair of heels Connie had lent her from work. The task in hand was getting down the stairs!
By now Tom had also changed into something more sophisticated. If that's what you'd call it.
Clop. Clop. Clop. Sam eventually made it.
"What is th-... Oh wow" Tom tripping up on his own words.
"You don't look to bad yourself" Sam returned the complement.
"Why thank you" He was acting posh, oh great.
Linking arms mainly to support Sam they headed out, close to each other.
But was their luck about to run out?