Sam's POV
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, "That was disgusting," I muttered.
Freddie laughed, "I tried to warn you," he said as he pulled his boxers up and then his jeans.
"Yeah well," I shrugged.
Freddie motioned to the bathroom, "There's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet over the sink."
"Thanks," I made my way to the overly feminine bathroom.
When I came back, Freddie looked very serious again. "What now?" I asked somewhat agitated.
"You only did that to get out of talking about us."
"Mama doesn't talk about her feelings," I told him defiantly.
He continued, ignoring me, "You deserve to be happy."
"I am happy!"
"Obviously you aren't."
"Who asked you?!" I snapped.
"I don't want you to settle for me! If you're going to be with me I want it to be because you want to be with me. I don't want you to be angry at me twenty years down the road because I'm not the one you wanted," Freddie's voice got really shaky, "I can't be with you anymore."
I was in utter shock, "Are you breaking up with me?" Freddie only nodded. "Why? I thought…"
"Giving me a blowjob doesn't prove that you love me. Please, go to Spencer. He's just as torn up about this as you are."