Tiger Eye - Sam (Stardew Valley)

12

Summer 12

Wren leaned over to practice the same shot on the billiards table, hoping her 5th try was the charm. Carefully breathing, she jabbed at the ball, watching it collide with the other, sinking the ball... and the white ball.

"Shit." She mumbled, crossing her arms. She wondered how hard it would be to snap the que over her knee.

"Practicing to beat me?" She heard a voice from behind. She turned quickly to see Sam standing behind her, a rum and cola in his hand. She suppressed her smile, glaring at him.

"Don't forget that I won our last game, thank you very much." She sneered. He took a step closer, sipping his drink.

"Yes, I do remember," He smirked, setting his drink down on the side of the table, "along with the... 10? 15? Other games that I won."

"Don't get cocky, you've got a big enough ego." She teased, reaching for her own drink. She'd never been one for rum, but all her nights playing billiards with Sam redefined it as a happy and warm feeling.

"I could teach you, you know. If you'd just politely ask." Sam reached, taking the cue from her hands, before turning and resetting the shot she was practicing. 

She had to restrain herself from gawking at him as he leaned over the table, his long arms stretched out, the chain around his neck falling out from where it had been tucked in his shirt, and that stupid piece of hair, the hair that fell perfectly over his forehead. 

"I'm not gonna beg you for anything." She answered. He shot a look up at her, his eyes narrowing.

"I dunno, Henny." his voice was low, husky. He shot the ball, making the shot, seemingly without trying. "I have a fairly recent memory of you begging for something from me." He mumbled, standing up straight.

She knew his attitude should make her angry, his cockiness and the way he was holding his head high, the smirk that slung across his lips. But she couldn't help the power he held over her.

"Don't test your luck, Samson." She warned, narrowing her eyes. 

He chuckled softly, leaning the cue against the wall before looking over his shoulder, checking if anyone was in ear shot.

"Do you want to... talk... about the other night?" He asked, reaching for his drink. She felt her cheeks blushing as she uncrossed her arms. This was their first time alone since she rushed out the window, and she had gone over in her head over and over again what she planned on saying to him.

"I do." She said softly. He took that as an invitation to re approach, leaning against the table next to her. 

"I don't sleep around. And I'm not accusing you or shaming you for whatever you like to do or have done but me..." She trailed off, looking to the floor, "I am a one man woman." She smiled looking up to him. He had a soft smile on his lips, pulling his glass back to his mouth for a sip before speaking.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know. But I promise you, Wren, you're the only person I'm seeing, and the only person I want to see. You need to know I uh... I'm serious about you." He spoke softly and gently, the cocky act from just moments ago being replaced by a gentle demeanor. 

"Anything?" She asked softly, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

"Anything." He affirmed.

"Okay..." She sighed, trying to find a way to word things in the least crude way, "How many people have you slept with?" She tried to sound gentle while asking such a personal and awkward question to a romantic interest.

Sam let out a nosey laugh, before squinting as if he was counting.

"9. I uh, I had a bit of a party phase a few years ago. Got my hands on a fake ID, would take Seb's moms truck up to the city. But nothing crazy." He shook his head, taking another sip, before quickly putting his finger up.