Wintercearig (A Lawlorff fanfiction)

Chapter 9

··|SAM'S POV|··

"Hey Sammers?" Kian asks from his bed. I'm currently sitting on his desk looking through my Instagram feed while he's laying on his bed doing god knows what.

"Hmm?" I murmur in response and put away my phone.

"I know that you said no earlier when I asked if we could go to the beach but how would you feel if we just went swimming in my pool? Do you think we can do that?"

Why would he want us to go swimming? Why would he want to see all of my fat?

Maybe he just wants to have a good time?

Your fat would ruin it. You know it would.

He wants me to go swimming with him. I'm going.

But you're fa-

I'm going swimming with him.

I come back into reality and see Kian glancing over at me with a face of pure concern. I must have spaced out.

"Sure." I smile reassuringly and he rolls off his bed smoothly before running over to me with a smile. Ki puts his hands under my butt and lifts me. We start spinning. He's smiling, I'm laughing. We're happy.

A few moments later we stop spinning and he presses my back against the wall. I love that shit. I glance to his lips.

Just do it Sam. Just kiss him.

I look back to his eyes but his eyes are focused on my mouth and the little gasps of air that're leaving it. He starts leaning in. I do too. Our eyes close and then I turn my head. He doesn't want this.

"We should uh.. We should get changed. Can't go swimming in jeans, can we?" I mutter stupidly. He drops my legs but presses our hips together in the process of trying to steady me and fuckk.

I know what he's packing. We've been friends for so long and of course we had that little phase of experimentation but that was when we were like thirteen. We never kissed and never had actual intercourse but we did nearly everything else. Now.. Lets just say that from what I can feel, we are definitely not thirteen anymore.

He slides me down so my feet are touching the ground but now his hands are resting on my ass and my arms are still loosely wrapped around the savior in front of me.

"Yeah, uh. I forgot to pack clothes for you do you'll be stuck in mine until we get back to the house.." He says nervously and my body slacks a little which results in him groping my ass tighter than before. Good God please forgive my sins.

"I'm completely okay with that. Do you think they'll fit? I probably wear a larger size than you. You're so tiny."

"Sam, you're beautiful. And you're thin, thinner than you should be. I'm nearly positive that I weigh more than you. That I'm bigger than you are. Alright?" Kian tried reassuring me.

Maybe I'm not really that fat. Maybe Kian's right.

Really? Look at your thighs. He's lying and you know it.

He wouldn't lie to me.

Maybe he did. You aren't his best friend anym-

He isn't a liar.

Kian brings me out of the argument in my mind and rubs his nose against mine in a little Eskimo kiss. I can feel his breath on my lips and its enough to send my cardiovascular system into an arrest. Thankfully it doesn't.

Our noses are still rubbing together and our breath is still mingling when I finally nod. The short little nod makes his lips brush against mine in the slightest of ways.