"Oh for fucks sakes." I shrieked as I tripped over mass amounts of boxes as I opened my flat's door, knocking them over as a result.
Huffily, I pulled my keys from the lock and threw them on the table that sat aside my shoe rack, also placing my air forces in their spot. As I stepped further into the corridor, I completely neglected my suitcase and made a beeline towards the settee, turning the TV on and tossing my head back. And sighing in relief, already feeling the comfort of Shields' welcoming air. It felt lush to be home again.
Curling myself up in a comfortable ball on the sofa, I was interrupted by a rapid knock on my front door. Whoever it was, I now absolutely resented. Is it really so hard for a girl to get a moment of peace following a month or so of travelling?
Never mind. Take that back.
I opened the door in a strop, only to drop it when my eyes fell on Sam who was preoccupied on the phone. After realising he was on the phone, I ushered him into the house and sat him down, making two cups of tea for the two of us.
By the time I was done, he'd appeared around the corner of the kitchen, frightening me as I spun around. My hand sprang to hold my suddenly thudding heart.
"One for you, just as you like it." I smiled, passing Sam the mug with less milk, "By the way, the way you have your tea is obscene. I tried it. Much better sweeter."
"Thanks." he muttered taking the mug from my hands, "You can't say much with your three spoons of sugar and ocean of milk."
"Aye well, I need a sugar hit after that month like." I sighed, completely savouring the taste of my tea, keeping the liquid in my mouth for a while before swallowing, "Mmm. That's nice. Proper tea at last."
"I've had a lush few weeks with you y'kna." Sam admitted, tapping his foot restlessly, "I've enjoyed them so much that I want to know if you're ready."
My heart dropped to my stomach. All of a sudden, I became breathless and couldn't find the right words. I could feel my knees buckle beneath me, threatening to give way. Butterflies were ripping my stomach up one by one, bile close to exiting my body. But why did I feel so flustered? I never felt this bad the first time.
No noise came from my mouth when I went to answer, and Sam's face made me feel so bad. Just fucking say yes, Evie.
"It's alright if not, I understand with everything you've been through." he said, scratching the back of his neck- an obvious sign I've made him uncomfortable.
My eyes remained wide and set on his frame, my mouth would slightly drop open every couple of seconds. But, for crying out loud, nothing would come from it.
"Just say something Evie." he huffed, "Please." his voice was beginning to break now.
I slammed my cup down onto the bench, running towards my bathroom. What the actual fuck was I doing to him? It was like I set out to break the lad's heart.
After staring at myself in the mirror for a while, picking at my lips and allowing them to bleed, my trance was broken by the knock of a very specific person.
"Evie? Just me." he started before coughing back what I knew was a tear, "I- I didn't mean to um, spring it on you like this. I promise, I wanted it to be way more extravagant than in your kitchen. I mean, nothing against your kitchen or owt like, but y'kna what I mean?" he stammered, making me quietly giggle, "Look, Evelyn. I'm desperate for you at this point. I can't wait for you any longer." he sighed.
Unknowingly, his voice had made me smile. His words settled me so much.
"Evie?" he caught my attention after moments of silence, "I love you. I've loved you since that one night. The moment I spun you around on that stool and the bartenders all thought we were seeing. Since we danced to Blue Monday. Since you initially smiled at me, you had me completely hooked, Evie." his voice was breaking, "You're more than what I deserve and I'm very much aware of that, but don't kill a man for trying." he sniffed, "Yes or no, darlin'? Yes or no? Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, voice shying away from the confidence it usually held.
With tears streaming down my face, I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, revealing an ethereal Sam ahead of me, his eyes glossed over and biting his top lip. My hand lightly cupped his cheek, the tears continuing to flow down my cheeks, "Yes yes and a hundred times yes." I spoke before holding him by the neck and snogging the breath away from him.
*****
Evelyn has sent a photo
Fran: NO FUCKING WAY!!!!
Rylee: ffs, now hes invited to the wedding too?
Evelyn: I know I know!!!!
Fran: Eves u acc look so happy
Evelyn: I feel it
Rylee: if he hurts u again tho, make sure he knows i'll be onto him this time
Fran: Fuck off, ur a pussy nowadays
Rylee: i smell bs
Fran: I smell sleeping in the guest room tn
Evelyn: ooosh. Not the guest's room 🤣
Rylee: u would miss me too much man
Fran: Fair play. But honestly I'm so excited for u Evie, make sure to let him know abt the wedding alr?
Rylee: tell him hes behind the bar
Evelyn: Told him and he'd love to be there. He said he'll spit in ur drinks, Rylee
Fran: Oi Sammy boy, that's my lass
*****
Sam sent a photo
Joe: Lets be honest who didnt see that coming
Dean: Get in there Sam
Drew: i knew i didnt have a chance with her
Sam: She said she'd have u on the side, Drew
Drew: I'm worth more than that
Tom U: Take care of her this time
Sam: Ofc i will
Dean: Need to introduce her to wor lass
Sam: u have, we were just pissed she said
Joe: That'll be right 😂
Johnny: ur getting a broken nose if u hurt her again Sam
*****
"Well, that went well, eh?" I smiled, lifting my head from his bed.
"Better than expected. Plus, I've been given my warnings, not that I haven't learnt off my mistakes already." Sam laughed, pulling my body closer to his as my hand lay lightly on his stomach.
"I love you." I grinned.
"Show me that you love me." he insinuated, making me dip my head into the crevice of his neck, allowing myself to show he was all mine for those to see.
Groans fell from both of our lips as things rapidly became hot and steamy. One whole month was all it took to make me need to feel him in me. One whole month for us to be back to how we were. And here we were: round two beginning the same way round one had started. Even after the past months, I never got used to the pleasure and excitement this man gave me. Sam is truly a special man. A man that I will forever cherish.
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