"Do you feel anything at all towards me?"- She finally summed up the courage to ask, after what felt like an eternity had passed between them. She knew he didn't, why would he? When he had perfect Katie by his side.
He kept averting her gaze and right then she got her answer. He didn't feel anything at all; she knew she had just ruined a five-year friendship in just a matter of seconds because of her big mouth. She shouldn't have said anything, she should've just checked in on him and left.
She turned and started to walk back to the car, she opened the door and he immediately pushed it close. She turned to look at him and his lips were suddenly on hers. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands were at the small of her back, pressing her closer to him. He lifted her and she took no time to wrap her legs around his waist as he pushed her against the car.
She knew they were both probably going to regret it tomorrow morning but she didn't care, at that moment his lips against hers shattered any form of restraint that her brain managed to build up.
"Take me inside"- She whispered between kisses and he simply nodded. He walked them back to the cabin, closing the door behind him. He set her down on the couch, settling between her thighs. They tore at their clothing, wanting to quickly remove any obstacle between them; the desire to be skin against skin was overwhelming. Her lips were frenzied against his, nipping and sucking. The rhythm making him lose control, he tried to slow her down but he couldn't bring himself to, she was coming undone before his eyes and he relented in the feel that it was his doing and his alone.
With their clothing aside and his body flush on top of hers, she reached out and touched every bit of him that she could. She was committing the moment to memory, the sweet friction of his wet skin against hers, the way his lips felt against her neck and lips and how he bewildered her senses.
He ground his erection against her and she arched her back, he quickly moved his hand behind her back and unhooked her bra. He slowly peeled it off her shoulders, placing soft kisses against her skin. When he tossed it aside, she met his gaze and felt herself getting wetter. The look of pure desire in his eyes was enough to make her moan, he leaned down and kissed between her breasts, her hands burying in his hair, pulling whenever he neared her nipples. His lips continued their trail down her body and she couldn't keep up with the rush of thoughts that invaded her brain.
"Phil, please"- She whispered, burying her head in the cushions. He wanted to make this moment last, but with the way she was writhing beneath him, he simply couldn't. He took the condom out of his discarded jeans and quickly put it on; he looked down at her for one last look of reassurance. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming out in short pants.
"Look at me"- He said the low husk of desire ever present in his tone, she looked up and met his gaze.
He guided himself to her entrance and buried himself inside, he couldn't stifle the moan that immediately escaped him; she felt so wet and tight around him. He stilled, giving her a moment to adjust for him, her hips began to rock against his and he set a slow pace, wanting this moment to last. The fire played against her features giving her eyes a darker shade and making her body glow against his. He leaned down, ravishing her lips once more; he couldn't get enough of their taste. His hand buried in her hair and another dug onto the tender skin of her hips, guiding her against him.
He couldn't keep up with her movements and moans, he didn't think it was possible but he was more turned on than before. He couldn't take it anymore, his pace quickening and her hands immediately stilled on his lower back, her nails digging into his skin, making him grunt, her hips snapping up to meet his every thrust.
Seeing her writhing beneath him, just at the brink of incoherence was more than he could bear. His body reacting so achingly right to each of her movements, he continued thrusting into her with a maddening pace and force. He wanted to slow down but she didn't seem to complain, instead she welcomed his ministrations, spreading her legs a bit more and bringing his face down to hers, she captured his lips at once and both fought for control.
He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear- "Fuck you feel so good, tell me what you want"
"Please, don't stop"- She breathlessly replied.
"Fuck!"- She screamed, her head thrown back on the pillow, he kissed her neck, loving the feel of her pulse beneath his lips, and he bit down leaving a mark. His hips continued their unrelenting pace; he felt her orgasm coming, her walls contracting against him like a vice.
She turned on her side, making him lose balance and tumble off the couch. They fell on the floor grunting as the force of the fall pushed him farther inside. She silenced his lips with hers and continued to ride him. She tried to re-balance herself, placing her hands on his chest but he took a hold of her wrists, turning on his side pinning her below him once more.
Her legs tightened on his waist, she was coming like a freight train and so was he. He felt it at the pit of his stomach and building up.
"Phil!"- She screamed, locking her legs against him. He thrust twice more into her, moaning as his orgasm rocked him to the core, making him cum so hard he saw stars. He lied on top of her, breathing heavily on her shoulder as his body rode the wave of his orgasm.
She finally opened her eyes, after her body finally settled down and turned her head and smiled. Phil lied still on top and still in her, trying to catch his breath, his hair completely tousled by her hands, his lower lip red and a bit swollen from her kisses and bites. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips and he opened his eyes.
He rolled off her and settled down by her side, their shoulders touching as they both looked up at the ceiling with ragged breaths. After a couple of minutes silence finally settled in and the only noise that filled the room was the crinkling of the fire.
"Have we ruined our friendship?"- He whispered into the silence more to himself than her, after his erratic mind settled.
She couldn't muster up an answer to his question, even though she had to agree. She knowingly and willingly had sex with him, knowing damn well that he loved Katie.
"Why do I feel like we have?"- He whispered, confirming what she had been dreading. He turned on his side and she did the same. She realized in that moment, looking into his eyes that even though this was a huge mistake, she was glad she made it. Things between them were probably never going to be the same but she was glad they would at least have that moment. Though, it meant more to her than him.
She moved closer to him, cuddling closer to his chest. He draped his arm around her shoulder, his fingers drawing circles on her bare back. He smiled when he felt goose bumps rise on her skin.
She intently gazed into his sleepy eyes, smiling at how he kept fighting sleep as it washed over him. She leaned in and kissed his eyelids, she continued touching his neck, tracing his tattoos from memory and smiled once more when she heard him sharply take in his breath. She kept on caressing his face and he leaned into her touch, kissing the inside of her wrist.
"Promise me you'll wake me up before you leave"- He mumbled taking a hold of her hand and interlocking his fingers with hers.
"I promise"- she replied, leaning in and placing a tender kiss on his lips, fully knowing this was a promise she would break in the morning. She settled back down in his arms, closing her eyes, delving into the sweetest slumber she'd had in a long time.

Sunlight bathed the living room; he groaned trying to shield himself from the light. He started to feel around for Sam's body and instead his hands landed on a piece of paper next to him. He opened his eyes and instantly grabbed it seeing his name scribbled on the front; he sat up and opened it, recognizing her handwriting.
"I know, I promised you I would wake you before I left but I just couldn't bring myself to, call me selfish but I knew I wouldn't be able to handle the look of regret on your face. The thing is, I am not sorry about what happened between us, not one bit.
You probably feel very overwhelmed right now, lots of strange feelings swimming around your head, mainly because of the things I said last night. My words were not to make you second guess yourself I said them because… I simply had to. I needed to get them off my chest.
Phil, all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. I want you to do the things you've set out to do, with Katie by your side.
You want to marry her? Do it. Forget the things I said about your relationship with her, I was just angry and I acted like a complete ass. You told me that you love her, so don't waste any more time. You deserve to be happy with someone that makes you feel that. You shouldn't have to settle for just anyone, so go marry her and have the life you deserve at her side. I know things will probably be awkward between us but I want you to know that I will always care about you.
Take care of yourself, you big goof.
Love always,
Sam

He read the letter twice, not wanting to believe that this was it. He set the letter down by his side, taking in the pillow where she had laid hours before. He should've gotten up and rushed after her but what was the point? She wanted him to be happy -with if, that wasn't what he truly wanted?

She settled down in her seat and placed her boarding pass in her backpack. She felt something hard at the bottom. She took out her phone, cursing herself for putting in there and forgetting. She turned it on and looked at the notifications.
Five voice-mails and a text message, she went through the voice-mails. Most of them were from Chez, from yesterday telling her that Phil was missing and she needed to call her back as soon as possible. After deleting the frantic messages, she opened her text messages and saw one from Phil, dated the day before. Curiosity getting the best of her, she selected the message and clicked it open.

FROM: Phil
I am sorry about everything, sorry for yelling at you and for being such a dick. I need you to know that you are very precious to me and if I lost you, I don't know what I would do. Please forgive me.

She sighed and closed her phone and tucked it back in her bag. She cast aside any thoughts of self-doubt as they began to seep in. The plane started to take off, she took a last look out the window seeing Boston disappear beneath her.