Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews. So, this is going to be a double update. Check back within the next hour or so for chapter fourteen. I would still appreciate it if you review this chapter. ;) Enjoy.

Chapter Thirteen: Killing me softly

I love watching her sleep. She's gorgeous, like an angel, and it's adorable when she mumbles in her sleep. The sun has just rose and as I stare at her - I feel as if I don't know her. Sure I know she's Samantha Meagan Harris, born December 1, 1988 in Bangor, Maine. She hasn't seen her sister in years and her parents don't communicate with her at all, but still - it feels like she's hiding something from me. Something happened at that concert last night - she won't tell me, but I know.

Her eyes flutter open as I stroke her cheek. Bright green eyes stare up at me, lazily blinking. "Good morning, beautiful." I tell her, smiling.

"Good morning." She whispers, turning on her back and returning her gaze to me. "How long have you been awake?"

How long have I been awake? "I, uh, I'm not sure...I've been watching you."

She smiles and dodges me as I lean down to kiss her, making my lips connect with her neck. "Morning breath," she explains, sliding out from underneath the covers. I flop down on her pillow, turning to may horizontally across the bed and watch as she walked to the adjoining bathroom. There's a question building in my throat, but I don't know if I should ask. Dreams aren't my place to evade...

"Who's...who's Tommy, Sam?" I ask, folding the pillow underneath my head.

I hear her flush the toilet and begin brushing her teeth before answering me. She stands in the doorway, clad in my old high school t-shirt with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. "An ol' friend from back home." She tells me as I try to read her reaction, but it's impossible. It's as if she's showing no emotion. She rushes back into the bathroom, spitting and using the mouthwash before walking back to bed. I place my hands on her hips as she stands in front of me. "He helped me with a bunch of family problems. Why?" She looks skpetical now as she walks back to the bathroom, starting the shower.

"No reason, you were just mumbling his name as you slept." I tell her, getting out of bed. This time she reemerges from the bathroom without my shirt on, clad in her lingerie. I raise my eyebrows as she walks towards the dresser that holds some of her clothing.

I walk up behind her, gliding my hands down her sides. "So...what do you think of this...development?"

She looks over her shoulder, and I know she notices the glint in my eye. She shakes her head slowly as I back her up into the dresser and she presses her finger to my lips.

"No...Lucas, I have to be at Vogue in an hour!" She cries as I swoop her into my arms.

"Well, that gives us...oh, say 45 minutes, but only if we start now." I tell her as she giggles, jogging into the bathroom and kicking the door shut.