Will We Talk?

63- Situation (Sam)

Sam's POV:

She was so cute and happy and calm when she lay in my arms that the immediate switch up to cover up the fact she'd spent the night was amusing. The funny thing is, nothing happened, plus Liam probably wouldn't care that she was here anyways. Nor did I care that I found myself staring at her, no matter how creepy it seemed. Seeing her so careful about us was trusting and it made me realise how much I love her. Everything was starting to just click into place- back to normal- or better than that.

"Taking mam out, Ronnie's at work. You alreet if I cancel wor plans tonight?" Liam inquired, sticking his head around the door.

Evie was stood frozen- eyes bulging from her head and her pale skin even paler. Yes, I did feel sorry for her, but it was a crease.

I shrugged, "Aye that's fine. We'll just sort somet oot when we can."

"Mint, cheers." he nodded, looking around the room, "Alreet Evie?"

Caught.

"Aye, nice to see you." she squeaked, still not moving from where she was.

"Likewise." he smiled, "See yous later on then." Liam retorted before heading out, slamming all the doors behind him- ever the heavy-handed big brother.

Evie let the breath she held go, her whole body deflating alongside it as her cheeks washed a pink colour for a split-second. You could see the flash of thoughts through her facial expression, which was close to putting me into hysterics. My eyebrows were raised and I had a smirk on my face that I just couldn't get rid of after watching her performance, "And breathe." I tormented, catching the shirt she threw at me in retaliation.

"That was fit." she guffawed, making my ears tinge red and heart thud against my chest, a breath got caught in my throat and had be spluttering within seconds, "At a loss for words now, Fender?"

"At least I didn't do whatever the fuck you just did." I huffed, throwing the shirt on the floor beside me and dipping my face into the pillow.

I could hear her breathy laugh as she approached me, "Is that the best you can come up with, sonner?" she teased, whispering somewhat seductively in my ear and straddling my legs.

"Reet, that's it." I claimed, pulling her onto the bed and began tickling her sides, causing her to squirm around. I felt evil, but it's what she gets, I guess.

"Sam- Sam, please stop." she shrieked through laughs.

"Since you had manners." I joked, her hand consequently slapping me lightly. Immediately after, I had straddled her and pinned her hands above her head with one hand; this could go one of two ways now. But I didn't want to disrespect her, so I went for the second option and began to tickle her again, this time restricting her movement with my body weight.

"Hew man, you bloody lump." she stammered, "That's enough."

"Sorry? I can't hear you with all the noise." I panted, becoming fatigued myself.

"P-please, st-stop." she hiccupped through laughter, "Sam, I'm- I'm asking nicely." she giggled, kicking her legs freely underneath me.

"Don't wanna." I cackled before disaster struck. Her legs had set themselves free and her foot had collided with down there. Ouch. "I hope you divnt want kids." I commented, completely forgetting we weren't a couple anymore, voice rising a few octaves as I keeled over.

Her chuckling stopped, head spinning around, staccato, practically giving her whiplash, "Sorry?"

"My bad, I fo-" I tried to explain, but I was cut off by her lips on mine.

Finally!

It only took a month and a bit.

The feeling was different to what it had been. It felt needed and more sensual and just overall nice. Nothing about the moment was overwhelming at all, instead it all just came with ease and before we knew it, we were caught up in the mess we caused. I didn't care about what would be said afterwards, I cared about that moment only as her tongue swiped passionately along my bottom lip. Focussing on the present had never sounded such a brilliant idea until then. Slowly, the kiss deepened, but it never became anything more than a kiss.

So much had happened to get to this moment, and I'm forever grateful for her breaking up with me, helping me to get my priorities straight. It was weirdly effective. Without her, it was likely the world would never have seen a Sam Fender.

As we pulled away, our lips made a popping noise and I could see how swollen I'd made her lips. I did that. Marking my territory, as I should've once before. She looked at me, her eyes full of terror. I knew what was coming next: a flood of apologies.

"Oh my God, Sam. I'm so s-" but I cut her off, the same way she did to me before. It was shorter- significantly shorter- but it was still something more than it was nothing. Her smile let me know she enjoyed it, which made me giddy as I felt the same way. In a strange way, I felt like a kid when I was with Evie as my responsibilities and worries lifted and I could enjoy myself: innocent and carefree. She made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

*****

"Wait!" I exclaimed, rolling the car window down.

"What?"

"C'mere." I requested, and she obeyed, "I've got a question for you."

Nothing could help my eyes going all doughy and brain like mush when I saw her, and the moment she approached my car, it made me felt like I was in a movie. There was no way my life could be going as straight forward as it was right now- especially with Evelyn. How and why she's forgave me, I'll never understand. How and why she still puts up with my nonsense, I'll never know. She's the definition of an angel.

"Would you do me the honour and go on a date with me?" I apprehensively inquired, tapping my fidgety fingers on the wheel.

Her lips curled into a smile as she nodded her head, "I'd love nothing more, Sam."

"Mint, I'll text you." I sighed in relief, "Bye pet."

"You'd better, Fender." she tutted and turned away, "See you, Sam."

And I drove off, with a smile on my face, significantly happier compared to when she found me yesterday.