Freddie's POV

"You're the girl I fell in love with too."

That was all Sam needed to hear from me, and she immediately grabbed my collar and pulled my lips back to hers. We made out fiercely for several moments as Sam wrapped her legs around my waist and I held her up between my body and the wall.

I moved my lips from Sam's for a moment, causing her to growl, before my lips latched onto what I knew was Sam's sensitive spot on her neck. I sucked on it for a moment, giving it a few scrapes with my teeth as she panted and moaned above me. Sam's hands moved down my body, and I felt her hands slip under my shirt, scratching my back with her nails. I groaned at the action, and she continued as I ravished down her neck and to the tops of her breasts, or at least what I could see from above her top.

Sam moaned, "Fr-Freddie," She gasped urgently, "I-I-I need," She wasn't able to complete her sentence as I kissed her neck, but as she tugged up on the hem of my shirt, I got her message.

"Sam," I breathed, "We can't do it here. Not in the studio."

"Fuck," Sam cursed, her head leaning back against the wall, "Your place?"

When Sam suggested that, I knew she was really desperate, because she tried to avoid my house, and specifically my mother, like the plague. I breathed an agreement, muttering to her that my mom was at work all night, and with Sam still in my arms, I stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button as I pushed Sam up against the wall next to the elevator, savagely attacking her lips again. When the elevator dinged, I quickly moved inside, pressing Sam to the wall as her nails drew random patterns on my back and our tongues battled for dominance. We didn't even pull away as the elevator opened into the Shays' living room. I stumbled out of the elevator, still holding Sam up in my arms.

"Hey guys, you want some spaghet—aah!" Spencer turned around from the stove and screamed when he saw us in the position we were in. "Damn, apparently you guys are a little busy." Spencer commented. He turned back to the spaghetti tacos he was making as Sam and I stumbled towards the door, still making out, when Spencer whirled around again, "Wait! Please tell me you didn't do anything in the studio!" He begged us, "Fuck! I'm never going to be able to think of that place the same again."

Sam and I didn't even answer. I know we both faintly heard him droning on, but we were so wrapped up in each other's bodies that we didn't care about anything else in the world at this moment. Once we reached the Shays' door, I set Sam down to open it and then I grabbed her wrist and roughly dragged her across the hall, quickly grabbing my key from my pocket and unlocking the door to my house before pulling Sam inside, whirling her around, and then pressing her up against the door again. I smashed my lips onto hers, and she responded with equal passion.

Sam tugged at my shirt again, "This," She breathed, pushing me away slightly, "Needs to go."

Ok, so this chapter I left pretty much unedited, except for grammar, punctuation, and spelling…but I added the Spencer bit. Hope you liked it! It was one of my favorite chapters to edit!