My heart sank. Did she really want me gone? I shook my head and scooted closer to her, longing to feel the sensation of her touch.

"Why can't I stay with you tonight?" I cooed placing both my hands on her hips. I loved how easily I could wrap my arms around her petite frame. She sighed and leaned up against me.

"Stay? Like, stay the night?" She asked in disbelief. I held her tighter on my body.

"Please…" I whisper in her ear, her body became less tense and relaxed.

"I…" She was interrupted by me gently pressing my lips against her shoulder. A tiny moan escaped her mouth. She began talking in a quiet voice. "You know I have a boyfriend…" She says those words slowly.

"Yeah…" I sigh and feel a pang of jealousy. "I love you though…" I couldn't help myself. I couldn't deny or hide the fact that I was madly in love with her. I had already told her this before when she practically friend zoned me. She shook her head frantically.

"You don't love me." She crossed her arms. I nibbled her ear playfully.

"I do love you, Samantha." I reassured her. "I really want to stay with you tonight." I repeated. She giggled.

"You said my full name, yuck." She joked. "I guess you can stay over… What the hell is the harm in it?" I smiled big and hugged her tight. She snuggles up against me, laying her head on my chest. She escaped my embrace and managed to get up. She immediately straddles me at my waist and wraps her tiny arms around my neck.

I'm dumbfounded by her sudden display of affection towards me, after stating that she was in a relationship at least. She has an innocent smile on her face as we sat together on the couch, our faces nose to nose. Her hand slowly slid down to my chest. Shit is she really doing this to me… now? "Sam… what…" I ask wondering what she'll do next.

"I like tattoos… Sorry…" She blushed, as she ran her hands over my tattooed chest and arms.

I chuckle and bring my hand up to gently caress her face. She smiled bigger and placed her hands on my shoulders. I wished for simple scenarios like these with her. Before I realized what I was doing, my face was nearing hers. My hunger for her overpowered me and our lips lightly touched. I could feel her body tense up as she attempted to break away from me. I didn't allow it. I kissed her harder and pulled her body closer to mine. After a few seconds she gave in. She gently kissed me back as her fingers lightly tugged my matted hair. My hands crept under her shirt and up her back. I held her tight against me, causing my nails to lightly dig into the skin of her lower back.

"Aaron…" She moaned my name into my mouth, giving me an opportunity to roll my tongue into hers. She moved her body against me once, causing me to let out a small breath. She noticed this and slowly rocked her body back and forth against my length as she kissed me passionately. I scratched her back harder and she moaned once more, obviously liking the pain.

"I want you." I whispered in her ear when I broke free from the kiss. I begin to lift her shirt up, but she stops me.

"This is wrong." She says, with no emotion in her voice. I sigh and look up at her.

"I'm sorry…" I say. She hunches her shoulders and shakes her head, arising to get off my lap.

She sits on the couch on the opposite side of me and sighs.

"When do you want to go to sleep?" She asks in a flat tone. Ouch.

"Umm… Whenever, I guess." I reply feeling a bit bummed out that I couldn't kiss and touch her more. "Sam, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

I brace myself before saying these words. "Why can't I be with you instead of Brendan?" I take a deep breath, awaiting her reply. There is a pause, a moment of silence. I look to my left to see her head down. I notice a tear rolling down her face. I made her cry… fucking stupid me…

"I love Brendan." She cries with a shaky voice. "I love him and I can't believe I just let this happen…" She sobbed a few times. I have mixed emotions right now. Jealousy of Brendan being able to be with her, and guilt and remorse for making her cry like this.

"Sam, I'm really sorry for this, I-" She interrupts me by placing a finger over my mouth.

"It's not your fault, it's mine." She sighs. "Let's just go to bed." She says holding out her hand to help me off the couch. Whoa. I immediately feel wobbly when she pulls me up to stand, showing that the drugs haven't completely worn off just yet.

We arrived in her bedroom which to my surprise, was painted a dark gray color. I expected her room to be bright and vibrant to match her lively personality. First I noticed a bed with a black comforter set pressed against the wall. Her dresser as well as her desk were all a dark black color. Maybe she'd share her bed with me? I felt the room get hotter as I imagined her body pressed up against mine in the dark…

"I- I can sleep here..?" I ask feeling a bit uncertain after what occurred between us. She nodded.

"Yeah you can have the bed I'll sleep on the floor." Her tone was flat and emotionless.

I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her towards me allowing our bodies to press up against each other. I noticed her biting her lip as her eyes met mine. She gazed up at me with a pleading look. Does she want me? I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Can't we sleep in the same bed? I won't try anything I promise…" I reassured her.

"Okay…" She said quietly. We immediately got into bed and we were under the covers together.

AN: Hey hope you enjoyed this chapter... I was wondering if I should change the rating.. The next chapter gets really risque but this chapter isn't too bad right? Review please xoxoxo