Will We Talk?

62- Moment

"Sam!" came Shirley's voice, but he was sound asleep and nothing was waking him up. Her footsteps trailed to outside of his door, which she knocked on and stuck her head in, "Sam, son?"

"He's asleep, Shirl." I explained, massaging his hair after he became a little restless with the noise.

She clasped a hand over her mouth, "Evie, pet, what you doin' here?" she approached me for a hug, which I reciprocated, "Are yous back together?" she asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down.

"No, no." I insisted, "He wasn't doing well, so I came over to take care of him."

"He wasn't well? Why didn't he call is?"

I was unsure on how to respond to her, questioning my words before I spoke, "Not ill unwell."

Her face dropped, "My baby boy." she stroked his hair from his face, "Thank you, Evelyn."

"It's nothing he wouldn't do for me." I smiled, admiring the man in my arms, "We need to catch up."

"Me, you and your mam and sister-in-law need to organise a coffee date." she replied, "You divnt kna how much I've missed yous all man."

"Mam's missing you tons like, its all I get." I chuckled softly, "She's asking after you all, by the way."

"Might gan give her a ring now, leave you to watch EastEnders." she winked, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Cheers Shirl."

So, I guess I'm spending the night.

*****

Being in Sam's arms, in his home, in his bed, made my sleep the best sleep I'd had since the whole situation happened, probably with knowing that someone was there with me. Someone who'd protect me. It was a sensation I wasn't expecting to feel so soon. I knew that the second I went back to my house to sleep, that dream would continue to traumatise me, but I was enjoying sleep while it lasted. It was so aggravating not being able to have an uninterrupted sleep, but the way I awakened this morning was sweet.

Compared to last night, I'd ended up in Sam's arms, who was smiling to himself, while he buried his face in my neck. When he felt me move, he shifted himself and looked down at me, "Made you a cuppa."

"Absolute legend, thanks." I smiled, grabbing the steaming mug from his hands, "Been up long?"

"Not really, got back in here five minutes ago from making cuppas." he explained, "Why are you still in your clothes for?"

"Didn't realise I'd be staying." I shrugged, suddenly feeling the pain of wearing a bra to bed.

Sam rolled his eyes and lay his head on my shoulder, "Nowts stopping you from using mine, y'kna."

"Well you were comfy all snuggled into is, I didn't want to disturb you." I laughed, sipping on the tea. It tasted exactly as it did when he'd make them before the split, and it was like luxury having one again.

"Thank you, by the way." I gave him a questioning look, "For last night, taking care of me."

"Sam," I chuckled, "I turned up to a hotel room you hired, slightly drunk and traumatised at yon time, and you took care of me. This is the least I could do."

I'm unsure of what happened, but the way he looked at me, and the way I looked at him made something click. Every part of my body was full of lust and pain, and I wanted nothing more than Sam to touch me, in any way, shape or form. Whether it was a hug or a kiss or something beyond it, I wanted it. Hell; I didn't want it, I needed it. And he felt the same way. He had to. Those crystal-blue eyes looked for miles into my stone-grey ones in a way they never had before. Behind the eyes was a deeper feeling than how I felt. So much had happened to us in such a confined amount of time, but that encouraged us to continue. At this moment, I don't want to be his friend, I want to be something special to him, like the way he is to me.

Slowly, I closed my eyes and leant further into him. My heart was bursting out of my chest. My cheeks were a pinky colour. I felt his desperation through the way he held my neck up, fingertips digging a bit too harshly into my neck. But I didn't care. It felt good seeing him like this again. My hand lay softly on his chest as I went to duck into the kiss- or whatever that was meant to be.

"Sam." came Liam's voice, approaching us from the corridor.

I leapt from where I was before, Sam observing me both bewildered and amused, and I sorted my hair out. No matter how much I tried to make it look normal, no position matched how to act naturally. Safe to say I was stressing. Stressing because we were caught together again, and that potentially meant that the rest of our friends and family would know and I'm not ready for that yet. At least Sam wasn't so mortified, instead he was just smiling at me flap about. Why didn't he feel mortified?