I can't stay away (SOLBY)

[17] A First Name Basis

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GOING TO UPDATE ON OCTOBER 31ST!🎃
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A/N —do you think the SOLBY fandom is small? Personally, I don't know where the 'SAMandCOLBY Fanbase' devises its world domination.
Like.. is twitter a good place to follow? instagram? (Not for the Solby) Or their own XPLR.Club? HMMM..
anyways! Enjoy the chapter! I hope this story has been cohesive. I haven't written a story in a hot minute, longer than five chapters, which is crazy.

And to address any (silent) concerns, NO, I am not copying and pasting this story. This is not a stolen work. My format, profile, and story covers are always changing and evolving! Not to mention, I update my works and my profile within large time-gaps.
Thank you for reading the author note! I'm done yapping!! :^
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Colby POV

It's suddenly very hard to swallow the pit lodged in my throat. The annoying twitch in my pants is excruciatingly obvious as I stand beside the cabinet. Sam and his female friend are making quick conversation, and I can't help but watch the tenderness shared in their words. I try not to let it bother me.

This woman is nothing but supportive with the growing feelings boiling between myself and Sam. I can't quite name these feelings making my undead-heart sting, and the pleasant arousal simmering in my gut. I remember finely, the sudden hesitancy in the way Sam moved against him. His hands were gentle — I find it hard to believe he touched me in the first place.

My lips are tingling, where my blood struggles to flow. The mind-numbing kisses are more believable than his presence.

"Colbs.." Sam's soft voice is breaking the imaginary cloud floating over my head. I forgot I got into a daze, and failed to realize the girl left Sam and I alone. "Colbs, I like it," I shimmy my hips between the cabinet and the dining room chairs. I suddenly don't want to drink. It no longer feels tight to maneuver around in my jeans.

There's a smile on his blushing face as he meets me halfway. The sudden closeness is new without the sexual tension that has somehow relieved itself. That brings a question to mind, Did my body just want something physical? No.. No, I don't believe it.

"Can we perhaps.." Sam's voice is quiet as I stare at him. I move before he breath another nervous word. I gathered the rest of my courage, leftover from the stress piling happening throughout the day and guided him into my arms. It's a lot easier to breathe when I'm not faced to formulate dumb-words together while under Sam's scrutiny. "I want to make this work. The moment I saw you, I thought, I have to know who this handsome blue-eyed angel is.. and we met. In the strangest way. We both are our own people, and personal lives but I think.. I'm willing to share my secrets with you if we ever get to that point.

"You also have a career to think about. Im technically retired.." I snort as my finishing, brought an incredulous smirk to his face. "Retired?! No way," He snorts as he bites down on his laugher. His arms have migrated to my shoulders, he notices the small exchange as my arms slide down where my hands rest on his waist. Still a respectable distance away from his butt.

Did this mean, he wanted to give us a chance?

I capture his lips into a breathtaking kiss after our eyes meet and flicker downward, I imagine the cocky snicker showcasing the little fangs peaking beneath my lips are tantalizing in their appeal. His breath is soft as he sighs into a parting kiss. His tongue laps at my teeth before tangling with my own tongue. I voice my pleasure with a deep rumble, and I hear the sudden jerk from Sam's foot as he presses closer. Was it because of the low growl?