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Summary: After the wedding, you and Sam find each other alone in the dressing room and again in the bathroom of your wedding night suite.
Warnings: Sam x Reader smut, Unprotected sex, Semi public, Blowjob, Sex in bath, all the fluff during rough sex
Words: 4.5K
No Y/N Used
Sam had the eyes that I would wake up to every morning for the rest of my life.
I could tell; feel it. Somethings people simply know. And I knew. As ridiculous as that sounded, I knew how it sounded, it was true.
The first time I saw him, it took my friend yanking on my arm to get me to look away. After I answered her, I looked back at him, and his eyes, ever blue and unblinking, still held my body.
I went home with him that night, and it wasn't a secret for anyone. He kicked out his roommates who were there at that club and their sparkling eyes and jeering smiles were the last memory I had before I got that blond alone.
He woke up first and brushed my hair and kissed me awake. I didn't leave for two days.
I also don't remember the last time I had sex that much in two days. It was enough to almost ask my therapist if my addictions swapped up for a weekend.
I didn't leave until his sleepy looking roommate—the one with the dark hair and leather jackets—came home not caring what he ran into or heard because he simply wanted to sleep in his own bed. I couldn't blame him. I wondered how much he ripped into Sam, after I left, for having to hear us through their shared walls.
For such a large house, I was caught off guard that their bedrooms shared walls.
Now it made sense. They wanted to be as close as possible to each other without actually sharing a bed at night.
It took fourteen months for Sam to propose to me. Then he told me he spent the past seven trying to convince Colby.
Our lives mended easily. For as big of YouTube channels they both had and shared, I was completely shocked that I didn't know who they were. They didn't know me, but I too made a living making silly videos.
"Out of everyone, though," Colby eventually pulled me aside at our engagement party two months ago, "I'm not surprised he chose you. I mean; you're both made for each other. In what other world would it feel right for a couple to get engaged seven months after meeting?"
Seven months after meeting.
That was how I knew Colby knew that I was the one for his best friend; he agreed the first time Sam asked, but he didn't want to lose him. He didn't want to lose him to the possibility of being heart broken.
It was clear as day, now, to all of us; our entire friend group.
I was theirs, they were mine.
And Sam and I were one.
"Literally-Literally—no really—I told her that—" Sam broke into laughter as the music drowned his words. I smiled and tried to keep down my own laughs as much as possible from the recognition of the story he told. His arm hung around my neck with a drink in his hand. While he was distracted in conversation, I sipped from it. Tara gave me a look. "So I told her that—I was like 'Yeah no, no we're getting married in May, you know,'" Sam's voice was soft as he remembered the words I listened to him tell that one Hotel manager. God, he was so awkward in that moment I was surprised his face didn't flare pink.
