Sam woke up feeling weird. He knew that he had ended the conversation the day before with Mercedes pretty badly. But as usual, he thought that he would just brush it off and roll on. But he just felt...weird. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He started to stretch his upper body but then immediately paused in mid reach. Shit! He squeezed his eyes shut, it's guilt! Sam hadn't felt guilty about anything in a long time. The last time he felt guilty was when he accidentally ran over a bird, but then later that day he found bird poop on his car and called it even. Guilt is bad, he shook his head, feeling guilty implies that I actually CARE. He groaned. He didn't want to care. He couldn't care for her. She was just too nice for his liking. She's always cheery and happy and beautiful...STOP THAT! He had an inner conflict with his brain. No she's not your type, he slowly nodded to himself, and you go for girls who are psychos like Quinn. He stopped nodding, but what if I don't want a girl like Quinn?
Sam was frustrated and extremely confused. He never actually liked the women he was with and they never liked him. His relationships functioned on necessity and use. That was it. Quinn used him for his looks and he used her for...companionship. It was never the sex he wanted. Even though people always assumed he was some sex fanatic, which he was fine with, but he never wanted it. What's the point of sex if you can't be happy doing it? Even though he had tried having sex with Quinn, he couldn't do it once he realised she was cheating on him. He regretted the day that he had decided to go visit her at her office and saw them...he saw them...Sam closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to calm down. He never wanted to fall for Quinn, that wasn't how his relationships were supposed to go. But he had been excited to surprise her. And then to see that...It just confirmed for him that two people just using each other was the best way to go. That was why he couldn't fall for Mercedes.
He would never feel right using her. Mercedes was the kind of girl you wanted to carry home to your mother, the kind of girl you wanted to make smile at any possible moment, the kind of girl whose belly you wanted to put your hand on to see if you could feel your baby kick. Sam's eyes flew open, Yep he smacked his head, I fucking like her. He put his head in his hands and decided what he needed to do. I have two choices, one I stop liking her or two, I make it my mission to get her. Sam squinted one eye, make it my mission to get her? Who talks like that? He sighed, I know I'm fucking amazing and everything, he nodded to himself, but what if there's a slightest chance that she doesn't actually want to be with me? He started laughing, who am I kidding, he smiled, of course she'll want to be with me. But he needed to do research first. He never actually ever had to try to make sure a woman liked him, it usually just happened.
He scooted to the end of his bed and grabbed his laptop. He typed in "how to make girls...*backspace* women like you if you're already attractive." He opened up a link, be funny he rolled his eyes, I'm always funny, he looked up for a second. He realised he hadn't actually shown her that side of him. He didn't really show anyone actually, probably just Stevie. He groaned, fine I'll rock her world with my humour. He scrolled down the page, "Oh come on," he glared at the screen, "I have to be nice?" who wrote this? He rolled his eyes, had to have been a woman. He felt tired just thinking about all of the things he was going to have to do. He heard a knock on his door. He opened his mouth to say "leave me alone" but looked back on the screen and sighed, "Come in."
Mercedes walked into his room and just stared at him. So he stared back. Damn she looks good, his eyes widened, wait, is she blushing? He raised his eyebrow. He noticed that she looked down. He internally grinned. I might not need to do research after all. "Can I help you?"...out of your clothes?
She looked up and he felt a flutter in his stomach. "I wanted to know if you needed a massage before your appointment," Celebrate good times come on, let's celebrate. He was surprised. This is going to be easier than I thought.
The blood had pretty much left his brain at the idea of a massage. All he could manage to say was "Yea." Her eyes got wide. Man up Evans. "Actually, that'd be good." He grinned. He was definitely excited. She walked towards him and he watched the way that she carried herself. Kind of like a Queen...but not old and granny like. But gracefully. He handed her his laptop and she put it down on the floor. She sat cross legged on his bed and then she looked at him. Wow her eyes are amazing, he could feel himself getting hot. He looked to the corner Quick think of Wanda from in living colour. He shuddered, Yep that did it. He scooted closer to her and picked up his left leg. That really hurts. Sam knew his leg was messed up, but he really hoped it would just heal already.
"You should be wearing your leg brace you know," she said eyeing the item in the corner. He looked over at it, rolled his eyes, and shrugged. I'll wear it, if you wear nothing. "I'm serious, your leg won't heal properly if you don't." He looked into her eyes, she's worried about me, he sighed, Fine. She looked back down at his leg and he noticed that her hands had made their way to his thigh. Sam started to feel the tightness in his pants. He tried to think of anything other than what her hands were doing or what he wanted her hands to be doing. She continued to move up his leg closer to his...
He put his hand on top of hers, "That's enough," Sam could feel how hot his face was, he cleared his throat "I need to get ready for the appointment," and I need to get rid of this pole on my leg, he pulled his blanket over his legs. He hoped she didn't see anything but from the smile on her face he was pretty sure she did. She quickly got off the bed, nodded, and walked out the door. Sam bit his lip and rubbed his hand down his face. He was going to need a cold shower before his appointment or the doctor was going to wonder why he had three legs.
They got back from the doctor's appointment and Mercedes smirked at him. Sam scowled. He was mad because the doctor had shaken his bony old finger at him for not wearing his leg brace. He knew Mercedes was getting a kick out of being right. But he was excited that his physical therapy could start soon. He was tired of being confined to the chair. He wanted to stand up so that Mercedes could see all of him stretched and not folded over all the time. I sound like a blanket. He was pretty sure he wouldn't have any problems with the crutches. Like really how hard could they be? He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Her skin looks like whipped chocolate, he smirked, I want to dip my strawberry in you and eat you all up. He had been having those thoughts the entire time with her. He found it hard to look her in the eye when he did. So he just chose to sneak some glances at her and fantasize. He felt antsy. He might need to hear a special applause again on his computer. Without looking back he quickly rolled to his bedroom.
After a few hours of fun and a tired still sat in his chair staring at the screen. That cannot be real! He picked up his laptop and brought it closer to his face. He had just seen a girl pick up a pop can with her damn butt and crush it without her hands. I pray a man never does anal with her, for he will surely die. He sighed and turned off his computer. He heard the T.V. on in the living room and decided to see what Mercedes was doing.
He saw her curled up on the couch watching the most awful show on the planet, Maury. Sometimes Sam was scared to kiss a random girl he didn't really know in fear that he would end up on one of these shows.
He kissed me Maury, that baby is his!
He shuddered. He rolled up as close as he could get to her in his chair. He stared at the T.V. and raised his eyebrow. Does this man ever age? He rolled his eyes, Paternity testing...again. "Why do you watch this crap?" he saw her roll her eyes before she looked over at him.
"Because it's mindless entertainment," she smirked, "And not everyone wants to just watch porn, like some people" he quickly whipped his head in her direction. His eyes widened, Hell, did she see me again? she smiled and looked back at the T.V. Nah, she would have mentioned the can.
He cleared his throat, "Nothing is wrong with watching porn," he smirked, I wouldn't need to if we were together "I'm pretty sure the story lines are better than this pile of shit," he pointed to the television.
She rolled her eyes and stared at him, "Oh really?" Okay Ms. Pretty, he smirked, wanna be feisty? I'll match that.
He looked right back at her, "Yea, really" she scoffed.
She turned her body towards him, "Okay Mr. Know it all" he grinned at the nickname, "What the hell do you even know about Maury?"
"I know enough to know that every episode is the same fucking thing," he leaned towards her. He noticed how she smelt like vanilla and cinnamon. Be funny...and the perfect opportunity arises. Okay, you know what," he rolled in front of her, "I will demonstrate a typical episode."
When he was done he just watched her laugh. He liked the way she laughed. She did it with her whole body unlike Quinn who looked like it would kill her to laugh out loud.
Mercedes had to catch her breath. She stared at him in awe, "That was amazing," she smiled widely. He grinned "I'm shocked," I need to be close to you right now, he rolled closer to her so that their knees were touching. He could see her start to blush.
"Why shocked?" her eyes widened and he noticed that she had trouble catching her breath. Maury impersonations aka the panty dropper.
"Well you just surprised me," she smirked, "I didn't know you were funny Mr. Evans."
He gave her his best seductive smile, "I like surprising you," she looked down. Wait did she call me Mr. Evans? Fuck, I need to fix this "Mercedes?" She looked up at him, "I want you to call me Sam," she just nodded. He smiled and stared at her lips. I wonder what flavour lip—He heard the door open and turned his head towards it. Who's at the-
"Hello?," Stevie's voice boomed from the front of the house. "Mercedes?" Stevie? Sam looked at her with a confused expression on his face. Wait, She closed her eyes. Why's he here for Mercedes?
Sam sat in the living room listening. He was trying to figure out what was going on.
"Hey beautiful," Excuse me? "You ready?" Sam was fuming. Ready for what? he rolled out behind Mercedes.
"Ready for what exactly?" He looked at the discomfort on her face. Are you fucking kidding me? You're going on a date with my little brother? "Where are you taking my nurse, Stevie?" He raised his eyebrow. Keep it cool Sam, don't jump the gun here.
"Well hey to you too old man," Stevie looked down at him and then at Mercedes, "I promised to take her out for a night of fun," he smiled at her, Not if you're dead. "I figured she's suffered enough by taking care of you and she deserves a break," She needs a break from me? Sam felt upset and then extremely angry. He looked at her and glared. Et tu Brute? he saw her shrink back from the look. He didn't even feel bad.
She cleared her throat, "I'm sorry but I didn't know what time you were coming," she played with her ring and bit her lip, "I'm not ready." Stevie grinned at her.
"That's fine," he said walking towards her, Sam looked down "take as much time as you need," unfuckinbelievable, "the old man and I will just hang out and have some brotherly hatred." Sam looked up at his brother, You don't know how right you are. He looked to the side. He couldn't stand his brothers face at that moment. He heard her run up the stairs.
"You two are going out without me?" he asked.
"Well yea old man," Stevie laughed, "That's what we grownups call a date" he nodded. He had taught his brother well...too well apparently.
Fuck that shit, "You can't take her out," Stevie glared at him, "I need her here."
"Need her for what exactly?" Stevie crossed his arms over his chest, Just because you wear smedium shirts doesn't mean you have muscles Stevie "Sam, you're a grown ass man, you don't need her to change your diapers." No, but you will when I cripple your ass.
"No, but I need her here in case of a medical emergency," He mirrored his brothers stance, "she's my fucking nurse, not your play thing."
"Sam," Stevie lowered his voice, "what the fuck is your problem?"He leaned closer to Sam. "I think you need to slow your roll," he laughed at his own pun. Roll right over your foot, you bastard.
"I think you need to not fuck my nurse," Sam growled, She's mine.
Stevie scoffed, "Who the hell said I was going to try to fuck her?" Sam had never seen this side of Stevie before, "I might be related to you, but I'm nothing like you" Sam raised his eyebrow "I'm not the one who fucks and chucks, Sam." Sam put his hands on his wheels. I killed a bird bitch, I'm not afraid to kill again.
"Sorry that took me so long!" Sam hadn't even noticed that she had come back. He quickly looked her over. She looked good but right now he didn't really care. He stared at his brother. He was smiling at Mercedes. Sam felt so inadequate in his chair.
"No apologies needed," she grinned sheepishly at Stevie. "I have a surprise for you," he walked back out of the house and left Mercedes and Sam alone. Sam stared after his brother. If I roll fast enough I could lock him out. Stevie came back into the room. Damn. Wait why the helmet?
"Are we going rollerblading?" Stevie laughed and shook his head.
"We're going on my motorcycle," Mercedes gasped. NO!
"No you're not," they both looked at him. "Something could happen to you two." Sam was legitimately worried about his brother and her.
Stevie rolled his eyes, "We'll be fine," he smiled at Mercedes and handed her the helmet. Sam stared at his brother.
"Promise me you will always take care of your brother"
"Why do I have to?"
"Promise me Samuel!"
"...Okay mom ...I promise"
"I'm serious Stevie," his younger brother faced him, "You almost got hurt before and it's my job to take care of you." Stevie's expression softened. I might want to kill you, but I don't want you to die.
"Sam," Stevie looked at him, "I promise you, I will take care of us." He looked at Mercedes and smiled, "I won't let anything happen to this goddess over here," Sam rolled his eyes. "Alright, M'lady" Stevie held out his hand, "our hog awaits." I can't deal with this right now. He rolled back into his bedroom.
Sam was in the kitchen looking for something to eat when he heard it. He knew his brothers bike anywhere. He quietly rolled to the door. He could hear them laughing about something as they walked towards him. He slowly backed away just in case. But the door didn't open. He rolled back and pressed his ear against it.
"But you're shy to kiss me goodnight." Sam felt sick. He looked down at his wheelchair. He rubbed his eye and went back to the kitchen. He saw a single plate in the dish rack. He did his best to reach it and once he got it, he held it in his hands. He looked at his reflection in it and saw his red eyes. He threw the plate as hard as he could against the tiled floor. He waited.
"SAM," Stevie yelled. He waited for a moment and then rolled out of the kitchen.
"What?" he said in a sharp tone.
"What do you mean what?" Stevie said walking towards him, "we heard a shattering sound." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yea, I know," he rolled back towards the kitchen, "I was hungry and tried to get some food and dropped a plate." He looked at Mercedes, "had I not been deserted, it wouldn't have happened." Stevie rolled his eyes and looked at Mercedes. Shit my eye's twitching. He looked at Stevie to make sure he couldn't see. He saw him kiss her on the cheek. Nope the ass wipe is too preoccupied.
"Good night Cedes" Stevie looked at him, "and you" Sam raised an eyebrow, "don't be a pain." Once the door closed, Sam could see that she was looking at him but he refused to look back. Mercy you don't know it yet, but you'll be mine real soon.
"Night Sam," she turned away from him.
"Night Mercy," Shit, did that come out. Sam had given her the little nickname in his head. He liked calling her something different from other people.
"What did you call me?" she turned to him. He just shrugged and rolled past her to his bedroom. He smirked. Let the games begin little brother.
It was a bittersweet moment for Sam to get his crutches. He was happy to have them, but they were a pain to navigate. He also lied to the doctor and told him his leg was further along than it was. But he didn't see the harm in it. Mercedes had tried to help him, but he decided he needed to establish his independence from her so that she saw him as a man and not just her patient. He almost fell trying to get over the threshold and she grabbed his shirt which embarrassed him.
"Don't Mercedes," he growled, "I can do this." He hadn't meant to growl at her. But he was still pretty annoyed with the fact she went out on a date with his little brother. He had planned on giving up, but then he realised he hadn't really made it clear that he was pursuing her. Considering that he hadn't been until now. Lately he caught himself staring at her and admiring her curves. He just imagined lightly dragging his finger along them. She'd always catch him doing it though, which made him feel awkward. Next thing he knew he muttered something his father had said to him when he was a child, which was true, they had a huge argument, and Mercedes just got mad and left his room in a huff. He rolled his eyes. He knew that he said a lot of things he shouldn't have, but he was frustrated with the crutches and then his leg was killing him. He got up as quickly as his leg would let him and hopped after her.
"Mercedes wait," she turned around to face him. He felt his leg get caught behind one of his crutches. Timberrr. Mercedes ran to him and caught him around the waist. Oh He was leaning on her with his crutches awkwardly surrounding her sides. His hair, which had grown out since the accident, fell into his face which was inches away from hers. They were so close he could almost taste her lip gloss. She looked up into his eyes and he couldn't catch his breath. He looked down at her plump lips but suddenly realised why he couldn't catch his breath. Oh my God he said trying to breathe, she has a grip of an anaconda. He really wanted to kiss her, but decided that air was the better choice. He licked his lips and saw her eyes close.
"Mercedes" he whispered with the little breath he had remaining. "You're crushing my waist." she opened her eyes and quickly let go and she put her hand on his chest to help him stand up properly. He gave her a weird look, Don't worry Mercy, he grinned, it's going to happen soon "I'm sorry," he muttered. She stared at him surprised. Now let's make babies.
"Sorry what was that?" she cupped her ear with her hand. He panicked thinking that he said his thoughts out loud and then realised what she was doing. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said more clearly. She grinned.
"Sorry for what?" she smirked. He gave her side eye and sighed.
"I'm sorry for...," he shook his head, "Please don't make me do this."
"Oh you're going to do this," she laughed, "Sorry for what?"
He avoided looking at her eyes and sighed again, "I'm sorry for not letting you be my friend."
"and..." What else did I do?
"and what?" he was confused.
"You were an asshole Sam," she folded her arms across her chest.
"Yea, but I can't apologise for who I am" he gave her a serious look and then smiled. She rolled her eyes.
"Fine good enough," she smirked, "for now." He smiled at her. I like the sound of that.
"You should do that more often," she grinned.
"What, apologise to people?" he shook his head, "It's extremely rare for me to do that." Only for people I care about.
She laughed, "I don't doubt that," he nodded. "But I meant you smiling." He shrugged and smirked.
"It's extremely rare for me to do that too," she rolled her eyes, shook her head, and grinned. Just then they heard the doorbell ring. Just in time. He looked at her confused and she walked over to the door with him slowly hopping behind her. He smirked. Let the games begin.
Mercedes opened the door, "Oh hell no," Quinn pushed herself in the door, "You need to get the hell out."
Quinn picked some lint off of her dress, "Sam," she smiled at him, "Please call your bitch off of me." Mercedes' hand was about to fly up when Sam grabbed it. This bitch would have a lawsuit on you yesterday. She looked at him and he shook his head no. She quickly grabbed her hand back from him. "I've missed you baby," she said walking closer to him. He put his hand out for her to stop. I've been waiting for this.
"Don't touch me," He was livid, all of his emotions from that day rested on his chest. "What do you want?" Quinn's smile didn't falter. She had texted him earlier and he had ignored it. She texted him again saying that they needed to speak. He figured he might as well kill two birds with one stone. He knew Quinn well and he knew her fighting was dirty. He just had to wait for her to say the right thing before he could execute his plan with Mercedes.
"I'm here to see the love of my life of course." She cocked her head to the side, "You almost died for me babe." Sam tried really hard not to laugh. She put her hand to her chest. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me." he laughed, he just couldn't help himself.
"I needed to get my car keys back from you." He shook his head, "Trust me, it was nothing more than that." Her smile fell. Now you know the truth.
"You're lying," she said glaring at Mercedes.
"I threw my keys to you," he shrugged, "If I didn't want to waste money taking a cab, I would have never run after you."
Quinn looked down and then smiled. "Well then," she cleared her throat, "I wish you had died." Sam's eyes widened. He saw Mercedes tried to sneak off from the corner of his eye and pulled her back. Sorry Ms. Jones I need you here.
"Sorry sweet heart," he smiled, "I'm alive and well." He stood a little taller with the help of his crutches, He tried to hide the discomfort in his leg. "By the way," his smile fell. He had been waiting for this moment for awhile, "You still fucking your boss Quinn?"...You musty bitch. Quinn started to turn red, "Because I know you were fucking him when we were together, so I was just curious if you were still a hoe?" Quinn looked away and then smiled back at him.
"Yea I am," Not surprised, "thanks for asking," Quinn said in a calm voice and shrugged, "It's not like your parts ever worked anyways." Shit, "They never worked before and I'm sure as hell they don't work now." She looked over at Mercedes. "I never had a real orgasm all year."Sam began to panic. This wasn't part of the plan. He felt his face get hot. He was fuming. Quinn smiled at her handiwork. "Isn't that right Sammy?" He didn't know how to explain this to Mercedes.
"Well that's funny," Mercedes smiled, "Because, I've had multiple since we met," Sam looked at her from the corner of his eye. Yep, I'm going to marry this woman "Sam's a beast in bed," She put her hand on his back. Quinn looked at the two of them and then laughed.
"Please," she put her hand on her hip, "Sam was never into bestiality." Perfect, knew I could count on you for something Quinn.
"Fuck you Quinn," Sam leaned on his crutch but never broke eye contact with her. "For your information," he looked over at Mercedes, "She called me hot wheels and rode me all night." Man, I'm creative as hell, Quinn gave him a disgusted look. "Now that I'm on crutches," he smirked, "she calls me tiny Tim."
"Oh but trust me," Mercedes smiled up at Sam, "there is nothing tiny about his Tim." Yep, this is the mother of my children, Quinn scoffed and looked down at Sam's crotch and then back up.
"I don't believe a thing you're saying," She folded her arms over chest and smirked, "Sam would never go for someone like you."I KNEW YOU'D SAY THAT! What he regret the most was the hurt on Mercedes' face. I'll fix this real quick, don't worry Mercy.
"Yea," Sam smiled, "You're right, I would never go for a girl like Mercedes." He needed Quinn to feel like she was right about something for a couple of seconds before he made her look stupid. He felt Mercedes pull away from him. But just as quickly he reached out and grabbed her around her waist and tugged her to him. He put his face inches away from hers and looked at Quinn, "Girls like her are way out of my league." He licked his lips and kissed her the way he always imagined doing it. He slid his tongue across her lips and she willingly opened them. Fuck. He tried controlling his emotions. He didn't think taking her on the floor was a respectable thing to do. But if she wanted it...then consider him naked. He slid his hand lower on her waist to her ass and lightly caressed the hills of glory. She sucked on his lip and Sam's good leg almost buckled. He moaned. He felt his body scream for release. Shit, I'm out of practice. He heard the door slam and stopped kissing her. He hadn't wanted to, but he needed to leave her wanting for more. And when she was ready for it, he'd be there to give it to her. He kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose.
"Well thanks for helping me with that," he let her go. He saw the confusion on her face and tried not to smirk, "Sorry if I made you awkward with the kiss," Mercedes stared at him with her mouth open. Don't jump the gun Mercy, we'll get to that soon, "I was scared you would slap me," he smiled at her sheepishly. She still gaped at him, "Well see you at dinner then." He hopped away humming Ding dong the witch is dead.
Sam was working on some cases in his bedroom when he heard Stevie's voice outside. Back for round two He smiled and walked into the foyer. He spotted the Rock Band and booze on the ground. He smirked. "Who's getting wasted?"
"All of us," Stevie smiled and picked up the goodies and walked into the living room. "Nice crutches by the way," he said over his shoulder. Sam hopped into the living room and winked at Mercedes. This is going to be fun.
Sam sat down next to his brother. But all he could see was Mercy swinging her hips and rapping like Nicki Minaj. If his leg was alright, he'd throw her over his shoulder and run to his room. Mmm damn she's so sexy as Nicki, Sam licked his lips, mhmm I'd give it to all of her personalities...well except for Roman, that'd just be weird. He placed his hands over his lap and just imagined them all over her. Uh, I like it like that, she working that back, I don't know how to act, slow motion for me. He shook his head, I really need to stop watching BET. When she was done, she stood close enough to him that he could touch her if he wanted to. And he definitely wanted to. Stick to the plan man! His drunken brain told him. When Stevie finished rapping he walked towards Mercedes and Sam glared at him.
He grinned at her. "I think we won Ms. Minaj," she rolled her eyes and laughed. He gave her a high five.
"Whatever," Sam said struggling to stand up after having another beer, Play it off cool and walk to your room, "Cheaters I tell ya," he grinned and walked towards his bedroom. Good. He walked slowly and listened to the conversation.
"You were so sexy just now," Sam rolled his eyes "did you know that?" Sam reached his room and threw his crutches to the side. Fuck the police... I mean Fuck Stevie! He grabbed his head, Too much booze. He yelled and grabbed his leg.
They both ran to his room, "What happened," Mercedes knelt down to look at him.
"It's ceasing up," he was clutching it and cringing in pain.
"What's wrong with your eye Sam?" Stevie said from the doorway. Sam looked at his brother and saw the enraged look on his face. Shit, my eye. He was so tipsy he hadn't felt it twitch and he forgot he could never lie to Stevie.
"What the fuck do you mean," Sam glared at his brother. Nice that will throw him off. Mercedes looked at his face.
"It's probably from the pain," she said to Stevie. Yea what Mercy said. She looked at Sam, "I'll get your meds," she put her hand out so Stevie could pull her up. He did it but he was still staring at Sam. She left the room.
"What the fuck are you doing Sam?" Sam shrugged. His brother moved closer to him,"Listen to every single word I say," Sam smiled, "Don't you ever touch her again." Sam raised his eyebrow. Good he knows.
Sam smiled, "And what the fuck will you do Stevie?" his younger brother glared at him, "I've given you every fucking thing you ever asked me for," Sam's voice got louder, "and I'd do anything for you because your my little brother," Sam sat up straighter, "But I won't let you have her,"
Stevie scoffed, "You won't let me?"
Sam laughed, "Well, you can try to make her love you," his face became serious, "But you know she won't." Stevie's face fell. "I won't stop fighting for her and you know I always get what I want" Stevie looked like he was ready to pounce. Sam was ready for him.
She walked back into the room, "What's wrong?" she said looking at Stevie.
He shook his head and walked out. She handed the bottle to Sam and left the room to follow him. Sam felt sick. He hated fighting with Stevie. But it was a fight he willingly accepted. He still couldn't shake the bad feelings from his chest. He rubbed his leg. It actually was hurting. He looked at it. It didn't look too good.
She walked back in.
"You okay?" he nodded not looking at her, "You want me to massage it?" he shook his head no. "Well can I do anything for you?" he smirked and looked at her.
"Is asking for another kiss out of the question?" her eyes widened. Her surprised look worried him. He looked down and chuckled, "just kidding," his eye twitched again. I'm buying a damn eye patch.
"You should get that looked at," she pointed to his eye. "I'll see you tomorrow, night Sam," she turned to walk out.
"Night Mercy," she stopped walking for a moment and he secretly hoped she would stay. She continued to walk out. Shit, Sam stopped rubbing his leg, did I read her wrong?
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