Wow, quick update from me! I really couldn't wait to write this chapter- it's the one you've all been waiting for! I hope I did it justice; I've never really written this kind of thing before. Any constructive criticism or tips would be great.

Phil insisted on driving Sam home after their date, as he had only had one beer and she had had a few more glasses of wine. When Sam had protested, he had told her in no uncertain terms that he would drive her house and then drive her back to Stock Road the next morning to pick up her car before work. And that was that. No arguments.

In the journey back to Sam's house, there was an energy in the car; sexual tension so intense you could almost see it. Phil made sure he kept his eyes away from Sam in her gorgeous dress, for fear of crashing the car. Sam used the comfortable silence to think about their situation.

She liked Phil a lot, she knew that. If she was truly honest with herself, she found that she might just love him. And she was pretty sure he felt the same way. The problem was that Sam was so worried about the consequences of having a relationship with Phil. How would they cope at work if they were together? Especially with her as his boss. Would her feelings for Phil cloud her judgement and ruin her concentration on the job? And if things were to end with them, even if it ended amicably, would she really be able to face working with him everyday?

Soon enough Phil pulled up outside Sam's house and got out to open the door for her. He walked her to her door; the perfect gentleman. Sam had been so preoccupied in the car with thoughts of their relationship in the future, she hadn't thought about her decision now. Should she invite him up? Or was that too forward on the first date? She knew she wanted him to come in, and she was sure that it wouldn't be the first time Phil had gone further than dinner on a first date, but she was nervous and all her worries flooded her mind at once.

Sam looked up at Phil and smiled nervously. He sensed her dilemma and strove to do the honourable thing.

"I had a great time tonight Sam." He said softly. "I'll pick you up in the morning to get your car. Good night." He leaned in and kissed Sam on the cheek.

Sam was a little confused; she had expected Phil to press for more. Not to make her do something she didn't want to, of course, but to make the first move towards something more. Phil, as always, could tell almost exactly what she was thinking.

"I've waited six years Sam; I can wait a couple more weeks." Phil smiled and turned to leave.

Now that Phil was walking away, Sam realised how much she wanted him to stay.

"Phil!" She called out to him. He turned round, half way to his car.

"Yeah?" He asked, puzzled.

"Come in." Sam said, sounding bolder than she felt.

"Sam, you don't have to-" Phil began.

"I know I don't have to," Sam replied, "I want you to. Please?"

Phil just smiled and nodded and walked back towards Sam. She slid her key into the lock and opened the door.

A few minutes later, Phil was sitting on the sofa in Sam's lounge, looking around the room. It was modern and stylish, but still warm and comfortable. It looked lived in but not messy (unlike his own lounge) and he felt instantly at ease, despite his nerves.

Phil wasn't usually one to be nervous around women but, he reasoned, this was far more important to him than all of his other dates put together. He was tired of sleeping around now; he finally felt like he could settle down- but only with Sam.

Sam walked through the doorway carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. She felt less nervous now they were inside her house. This was Phil, she told herself, and there was nothing to be worried about. She knew he would treat her right and she felt more comfortable around him than any other man.

Phil smiled at her. "Thanks." He said as she poured them both a glass of red wine.

"You're welcome." She replied. "And thank you for dinner."

"My pleasure. I really did have a great time." Phil smiled genuinely.

"So did I" Sam said, as she sipped her wine and enjoyed its sweet taste.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Sam asked, "Do you want to watch TV or something?"

"Sure." Phil smiled. Sam reached for the remote and flicked through a few channels before finding an old film. She set the remote down on the coffee table and leaned back into the sofa.

She was unsure how close she should sit to Phil. She desperately wanted to have his arms wrapped around her but she was never good at making the first move.

Luckily for her, Phil seemed to want the same thing. He shuffled closer to Sam and put one arm around her shoulders. He seemed hesitant, so Sam moved closer to him, snuggling into his body. Phil took this as the go ahead, and tightened his arm around Sam's side.

They sat like that together for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Phil was barely watching the TV at all; preferring to watch Sam's face as she looked at the screen and studying her beautiful features react to the film.

The longer they sat together, the wine taking its toll, they slipped further and further into the sofa until they were laying down: Phil behind Sam with his arms wrapped around her and his chin resting on her shoulder.
The film ended but Phil didn't want to move and break the contact.

"Sam?" He whispered into her ear. He received no reply, so he leant over Sam's body and realised she had fallen asleep.

For a few moments he watched her sleeping; her steady breaths and her hair spread around her head like an angel. He had never felt his love for her more intensely than in that moment. A lock of hair had fallen across her forehead and Phil gently stroked it back behind her ear.

Phil carefully got off of the sofa and found a blanket to cover her in. As he tucked the blanket beneath her chin, Sam stirred. She mumbled something in her sleep that sounded a lot like his name before she slowly opened her eyes.

Phil was leaning over her, his face close to hers and she smiled sleepily at him.

"I didn't mean to wake you." He whispered softly. Sam didn't reply. Instead she reached her hand out from beneath the blanket and ran it tenderly through Phil's hair, resting it on the back of his neck.

Sam gently pulled Phil towards her and kissed his lips sweetly. After a moment, Phil pulled away slightly and smiled warmly at Sam. Then he returned to her lips.

She ran her tongue along his bottom lip and he granted her entrance. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, they both moaned in appreciation of this new feeling.

The kiss grew quickly in heat and passion and soon Phil was laying above Sam on her sofa. His hand roamed to the hem of her dress and gently pulled it over her head while Sam undid the buttons on his shirt. Phil kissed along Sam's jaw line, making his way to her neck.

Sam reached for Phil's trousers and he placed his hand upon hers.

"Are you sure about this Sam?" He asked, concerned she would regret her actions in the morning.

"I've never been more sure." Sam smiled. Phil nodded.

"But not on the sofa okay?" He said. "Let's take this upstairs."

Sam nodded her agreement and Phil moved off of her and the sofa. He held her hand as she led the way to her bedroom, kissing the side of her neck as they went.

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