Sam ambled up the steps to Lindsey's house, and rapped his knuckles on the door. He took a step back and waited for her to answer.

After a moment she opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel. Her hair was sopping wet, and she brushed back a strand, smiling widely at Sam.

"Sam!" She gestured for him to enter, "What's up?"

Sam stepped inside trying to not look at Lindsey. He walked over to her living room and sat down on the couch without speaking.

"Give me a mo', I'll just grab a shirt- eh, you know what, you've seen me naked, so who cares?" She sat down across from him, barely holding the towel up.

Sam's eyes traced her living room, glancing at the trinkets on her mantelpiece, including an old model ship, and then finally down at Lindsey.

"I… want to talk."

"Ooh, that doesn't sound good. I do something wrong?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah, I should say so. Does… does the name Andy ring a bell?"

Lindsey sat up, "Why?"

"You blew off his marriage proposal yesterday."

"I what?"

"Did I stutter?"

She blinked in surprise, "That- he never… what are you talking about?"

Sam regarded her oddly, "Didn't you see the news? His mother's been murdered. He'd gone to visit her after having his marriage proposal rejected. He said he asked you."

"Andy never proposed to me. I didn't even see him yesterday. Haven't seen him all week actually," Lindsey said.

Sam fell silent for a moment, and then demanded, "Why did you cheat!?"

"Oh come on, we weren't that close. Just fuck-buddies, right?"

"No I meant on him!"

"Oh! Oh. Well, he's a bit of a scrub. Dim. I've been trying to break it off with him for months, but something just keeps stopping me. Want to come to bed?"

Sam pursed his eyebrows, "We're talking about your boyfriend, and you're asking me if I want to sleep with you."

"Mm, yeah. Well, I mean you're here, so why not?" She tugged slightly on her towel, eyeing Sam seductively.

Sam was having none of it, "Why the hell did he say you two broke up yesterday? That you blew his marriage proposal off?"

"I was at home watching Netflix all day. Can't've been me he proposed to then. You sure he's not delusional or something?"

"I wouldn't know; I'm not his girlfriend."

"That can be arranged…" Then seeing Sam's appalled expression she laughed, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Geez, lighten up, Sam."

She stood up, letting the towel fall off of her as she did so and walked over to the mantel. She picked up an anchor that had broken off the model ship and ran her thumb over it absentmindedly.

"You're always so serious." She said with a light smile.

"U-um, Lindsey?"

"Hm?"

"Er… your towel?"

"What about it?"

Sam just looked at his feet, determined not to let his desires get the better of him, "Nothing."

Lindsey just grinned, "Now that you think I'm taken, you don't want to be with me? Am I not pretty anymore?"

Sam still refused to look up. She put down the anchor on top of the model ship and walked over to him, bending down.

"Come on, we weren't that serious anyways, were we Sammy?"

"C-Can you not call me Sammy?"

"Why not?"

Sam finally looked up at her face, and responded, "Only my brother calls me Sammy and gets away with it."

"Oh then I've been a bad girl, haven't I? Maybe you should fix that…?" She put her hand on his leg, and then he stood up abruptly.

"Lindsey, I'm not doing this with you anymore! You lied to me, and to your boyfriend."

"Okay, first off I didn't lie to either of you. I just didn't tell you about the others."

"Others?"

"What, you think you're the first guy I've slept with since being with Andy? Jesus Christ, Sam, get some perspective." She walked over to the other chair and pulled on her towel once more, "And here I thought you were a smart guy. Eh, well, kind of. Don't know you that well."

Sam stared at Lindsey incredulously, "Why? What's the point?"

"It's not like I'm in love with any of them. It's just sex- god what's your problem?" Sam noticed a very slight tremor in her voice as she spoke.

"I don't think that's the whole story."

"Ah, well, I don't even know your last name! How's that for the whole story? Who cares who the hell I am and who the hell you are? We had sex. The end. Speaking of… the offer's still on the table if you want to go upstairs…"

"Not happening," Sam said indignantly.

Lindsey rolled her eyes, "Fine then. Leave. No use in you being here."

She flicked her hand towards the front door, sitting down on her chair once more, and began wringing the water out of her hair.

"I still want to ask you some more things."

"Oh great! Lovely," She responded sarcastically, "I've got nothing else to say. You're just someone I had sex with! I don't have to explain myself to you—what are you doing?"

Sam had taken out his flask, and unscrewed the top. He took a drink from it and then held it out for her.

"Want some?"

After regarding him oddly, she took it from his hands hesitantly and took a long chug of it. She wiped her mouth off and handed it back to him. He took it back, looking at her with relief. So she wasn't the demon…

"Why was it so watered down?" She asked.

"No reason," He shook his head, aiming to change the subject, "Listen, Lindsey, about Andy… has he been… acting strange recently?"

Lindsey looked confused, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question," Sam persisted.

"Well, he hadn't texted me at all in the past week, that was a little weird, but um… no, not really. He did send me this one kind of weird message yesterday though…"

"What did he say?"

She took a deep breath, and said cautiously, "… 'I love you Lindsey. This isn't your fault. I love you.'"

"He said that?"

Lindsey nodded, "I actually tried calling him, but he wouldn't pick up. Why? What do you think he meant?"

Sam leaned against the back of the chair. What could Andy have meant? This isn't your fault. What could he be referring to? If he was talking about Ms. Taylor's death, then obviously it wasn't Lindsey's fault. Why would it be?

"I don't know," Sam answered truthfully, "I wish I did."

Lindsey glanced at her watch, "Listen Sam, it's getting late, so unless you want to come to bed..."

Sam thought for a moment, and then stood up from the couch.

A/N: Okay... um... look forward to the next chapter guys... eh heh. Next week is definitely going to be... interesting to say the least. It may be my fav chapter i've written so far. So... see you next week... :)