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Chapter 10- Not Over.
Shock.
Horror
Tormented thoughts.
That was all that made sense as she watched Sam close the door on his way out.
Andy hobbled meekly back to the couch and sat down before her shaky legs gave way from under her and she hit the floor.
Shaking her head, she felt the onslaught of tears rise before seeping over the edges of her eyes.
Sam huffed out a loud breath as he made it out into the street where he stopped.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He had one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Just when he thought he was getting through to Andy, she locked him out, and if she didn't then he would totally just ignite the flames that caused them to crash and burn.
Pausing for a minute, or five, he let his breathing return to normal and lucid thoughts take charge before going back up the stairs that lead to her front door, his feet climbing the stairs two at a time.
This time he didn't bother with the stealth mode, he knew she was awake and he wanted her to hear him coming this time.
When the door opened, Andy jumped, she wasn't expecting anyone, least of all Sam to come back.
But there he stood, in the doorway, his tongue running over the inside of his cheek and teeth when she looked up at him over the side of the couch with wet cheeks and weeping eyes.
Sam tugged the keys out of the lock and pushed the door to close, the keys tossed carelessly onto the kitchen counter as he passed it.
Andy was shaking her head, her face turning away as she tried to hide her moment of weakness.
Sam didn't hesitate and crossed the room to her.
He sat down next to her, half turned to face her as his voice found itself lodged in his throat.
He was clueless as what to say right now.
So instead he reached out and tucked her in his arm's, his warmth spreading over her as soon as there was contact.
She hadn't made a sound since he had invaded her sanctuary uninvited, no sobs, no breaths, just silent tears.
When he tucked her head against his chest, a weak sound finally escaped her lips, the sudden drips of wetness telling him that she was crying into his shirt.
So he moved closer and held her tighter, his one hand running up and down her back in an attempt to sooth her.
"I'm so sorry" he finally mumbled into her hair before pressing a light kiss to her head.
It felt like Andy was nodding, but he wasn't sure, so he moved her away to see her face.
She slipped her arm's that had wound around him away reluctantly making Sam feel like she was trying to hold on a little longer.
"I...I'm just sorry. I didn't mean for any of it to happen that way. You just make me loose myself".
Andy was still staring at Sam teary-eyed, Sam's heart breaking at knowing he was the one that put them there.
Andy's lips moved to utter something, but Sam's fingertips moved to rest over her lips before she had the chance, her words falling away.
"Don't. Don't say anything". Sam's voice was hoarse, his tone so soft that even he found it barely recognizable.
He pulled Andy closer, making her snuggle in to him as she tried to get comfortable, her body angled to accommodate her leg.
This time Sam felt her arm's wrap around him and she held on to him in return, his heart skipping a beat in knowing that she wasn't fighting him or pulling away.
After a while, Andy was peaceful, her head in his lap, her leg thrown over the arm rest of the couch. His hand kept wrapping itself up in her hair, smoothing over the strands.
He called her name softly, her silence telling him that she had drifted off into sleep.
After a while, Sam grew tired. For the first time in forever he was willing to welcome sleep instead of finding it an intimidating threat.
After fighting the pros and cons, Sam woke Andy up by running his hand up and down her arm and softly calling her name. After a few attempts, she roused enough to swing her legs down and sit up slightly focused.
She brandished a sheepish smile.
"Sorry". She mumbled as she reached for the blanket that hung over the back of the couch.
"Bed Andy". Sam pulled the blanket out of her reach as he stood up. His other hand stretched out to help her stand up.
She took it reluctantly, Sam's face telling her that it was pointless to argue, she wouldn't win.
Once Andy had found her feet Sam let go of her hand and handed over crutches. With a simple shake of her head she declined, Sam's brows furrowed together in confusion.
Andy bent forward and took hold of Sam's hand, her face lighting up in a pink tint as she nibbled at her own lip.
It suddenly clicked in Sam's mind- she wanted him to help her. She was finally reaching out and letting him in. Even though it was a small simple action, it made Sam feel like they were taking a small step in the right direction.
He let Andy pull him closer, her arm linking through his as she took a tentative step towards her bedroom, a light yawn making her almost yelp.
Sam walked her all the way to her bed where he let her sit back when she was close enough.
It was hard to watch her struggle, but she had come a long way since the accident.
"I need to sleep". Andy suddenly blurted, her face turned to the floor.
Sam nodded absentmindedly, even though she wasn't looking at him.
Just as he took a step backwards, Andy looked up at him, "But I only sleep when you're around".
"It's late" she added after a moments silence.
Sam had no idea how to take what she was saying, so he took another step back, putting some much needed space between them.
His face must have revealed more than he intended, Andy suddenly looking away before looking up at him, looking him in the eye.
"Can you, just... Maybe stay until I fall asleep?".
She didn't wait for whatever decision he made to be murmured, she swung her legs up on to the bed, her head meeting her pillows in grace.
"Um...". Sam ... Sam didn't even know what Sam was.
"You don't have too". She whispered meekly, her eyes staying closed, her head still facing upwards.
Of course he would, he didn't have too, he wanted too.
Toeing off his shoes, Sam rounded her bed to the other side before sitting down on the edge and giving her time to change her mind.
There wasn't a chair in the room that he could claim, so it would only be the bed.
She stayed quiet, but Sam could feel her eyes raking over him, the feeling making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
When he lay down, Andy was facing the ceiling, her eyes closed, but contentment reigning over her features.
Sam mirrored her position before rolling over on to his side and facing her.
He knew she would squirm under his heated gaze, so he tucked one arm under his head and forced his eyes to close. He would much rather have them open and focused on her
After less than ten seconds of the sounds of darkness filling the room, Sam felt Andy shift around, her hand suddenly seeking his out as she wrapped her fingers around his and held on.
The rest of her stayed as was, eyes seeing the back of her eyelids, but her lips had curved up at the corners.
Neither of them said a word, or moved. They just stay wrapped up in their tiny bubble, the world outside slipping away.
Something was tickling his nose.
His eyes opened and Andy's room came in to focus.
Looking towards the window, Sam saw the edges brightly lit as the sun seeped in through the cracks in curtains.
A weight to his right drew his attention, Andy had snuggled up to him, her head on his shoulder, her hand sprayed out over his chest. He took the time to inhale her scent, it had been a while since he had been able too, and her close proximity was too tempting to avoid.
He had every intention of slipping out when she fell asleep, but slumber had gripped him so tightly that he was dead to the world. It was the first time in months that he had slept at night for more than two hours.
Andy had her head like she had always had in the past, Sam's arm wrapping around her to keep her close. His other hand moved to cover hers, the feeling of sheer completion flowing through him.
That's how he felt when she was with him- complete.
Something moved, and it wasn't her.
A low chuckle sounded, Andy's eyes snapping open to find Sam watching her much closer than she had imagined.
She heard sudden whispering, someone's gaze burning a hole through her.
She could just feel it.
She had her head resting on Sam's shoulder, her leg thrown over his, her hand on his chest. The movement was him, it felt like he had lifted his arm up. Like he was shrugging.
Andy's eyes swept over to the doorway, two sets of eyes meeting her gaze as she faced the smiling faces.
Crap, it was Saturday.
She couldn't help but feel the ecstasy of waking up with Sam suddenly leave her as she mumbled out a "It's not what it looks like" without thinking.
She saw her dads smile slip into a frown, Traci's eyebrows shooting up at her statement.
She just kept her eyes focused on them, not wanting to see Sam's face as she felt him tense next to her.
She had a breakfast date with her dad and Traci this morning, and had totally forgotten about it.
Now they probably thought that there was something between her and Sam when there wasn't. Not really.
Andy pulled away, all the way away.
Sam let her go, his time holding her was up, something he knew would happen.
"Sorry I...". Andy tried to push down the wave of emotions that were running through her, but she couldn't. They kept bubbling up and rising to the surface until they spilled over.
Andy was sitting on the end of the bed, her feet on the floor, her eyes tracing over her toes.
Sam huffed out a loud sigh. He really didn't expect this morning to have gone any other way.
He slid off the bed and hastily gathered his shoes before pulling them on.
He made his way over to Andy and bent down, his lips buffing the top of her head.
"It's okay. But this isn't over". Sam kissed her one more time before mumbling a taunted bye and leaving.
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