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A/N: dpp3530, Synergos, anonymous(superlongusername): I'm updating as fast as I write it, but since my mom is on the computer all day long, I end up writing a few chapters :]

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Chapter 14

Carly's POV

Sam loved me, just like I loved her.

I rolled onto my back and stared at my ceiling. We weren't together. I frowned. I mean, we sort of were, in a sense. We could still kiss and be close. But she wasn't my girlfriend. Not yet.

Of course, we'd decided not to tell Freddie, Melanie, or Spencer about anything. Not until we finally became a couple. I groaned. Whenever that was going to happen. I looked at the rest of my bed. Sam wasn't here. Maybe she went to sleep on the couch when Spencer brought me up here when he had gotten back. There was a note on my other pillow, the one that Sam used when she slept over.

Went to breakfast with Melanie. Going to discuss funeral arrangements. Love you.

I sighed. When Sam and I had been in dark corners, Melanie had gone ahead and had their mother cremated because they couldn't afford anything else. They wanted somewhat of a proper funeral, even though it would only be attended by the twins, Spencer, Freddie, and me. And maybe Uncle Carmine if he answered his phone. Unless he was in jail again.

It had been a month since the murder of Pam Puckett. Sam had sword she would find out who was responsible and take them out, but I honestly didn't want her to. She could get hurt, killed, or worse, arrested.

A knock on my bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts. "Carly, are you awake?" Spencer called.

"Yeah," I called back.

"I'm going to the Groovy Smoothie. Do you want anything?"

"No, I'm good."

I heard his footsteps until he reached the stairs. Sliding out of bed, I grabbed clothes and went to the bathroom. The warm water washed all of the drowsiness from my body and it felt too good to shut it off and get out. I remembered during the month of darkness, my showers hadn't been like this. I had spent most of them crying over my best friend and a few of them releasing stress. I had wanted Sam in every definition of the word.

And now I could feel her hands on my skin, her lips pressed to mine, and the thoughts in my head were exploding as she pulled me close to her. I froze.

Wait, what?

My eyes flew open and there was Sam kissing me, her hands on my hips, pulling me close. When her lips moved to my neck, I choked out, "Sam?"

She pulled her head back suddenly. "I was just…you know…saving water."

I laughed quietly. "How is kissing me going to save water?"

She shrugged. "Well, I was just going to take a shower, but then I got in and you didn't know I was here, so I was letting you know." She kissed me. "I couldn't resist," she added with a grin. I gave her a look. "I'm sorry, Carls. I…I shouldn't have…"

I smiled. "Well, now that you're here, you might as well stay."

The grin was back, and she kissed me again before attacking my neck. I felt the cold tile on my back when she cornered me, and her right hand moved up my abdomen and cupped my breast. I bit back a moan as her thumb flicked over my nipple. I shivered, and she looked at me. Cupping her cheek, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her hard, her left hand moving inward from my hip.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and she pulled away from the kiss to give more attention to my neck, biting and sucking gently. "Carly, are you in there?" Spencer yelled.

"Yeah!" I shouted back.

My hips jerked forward at Sam's touch and I felt her smile against my shoulder. I could hear Spencer's voice but not his words because Sam was distracting me and making my insides melt like butter. "Carly, did you hear me?"

I was digging my nails in Sam's back, her fingers moving and changing pace and direction every so often that I couldn't focus. "N-no!" I called. "S-Sorry, S-Spencer, c-can it w-wait?"

He was quiet. "Yeah, I guess it can."

Sam chuckled in my ear before kissing me, muffling the moan that vibrated from my throat. I was lost in a high place. "Did you hear anything he said?" I asked as she pulled me under the now-freezing water.

She shrugged. "He said something about your dad," she replied, washing off. I froze and stared at her. Her smile faded. "What's wrong?"

"You know my dad doesn't like you, Sam."

She shrugged again. "That's never bothered me before. And it never bothered you or we wouldn't be friends."

I nodded, and she kissed me. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you too, Cupcake."

She turned the water off and handed me a towel. Once we were both dried and dressed, Sam went to my room, and I went downstairs. Spencer sat on the couch, watching Celebrities Underwater. "So what were you trying to say?" I asked.

He jumped with his hand on his heart. "God, Carly, don't do that." He took a deep breath. "I was trying to tell you that Dad is coming home. He'll be here for about a week. Do you think you could tell Sam when she gets here?"

He didn't know Sam was already here? She must have snuck in when he was out at the Groovy Smoothie. "Yeah, I'll tell her. When will he be here?"

Spencer shrugged. "He just said sometime tomorrow, so probably in the morning."

I had tonight with Sam, and after what just happened in the shower, I didn't think it would be easy to sleep in the same bed.

A/N: I took a nap and dreamed this chapter today. Seriously. This story is taking over my thoughts.

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