(Kylie's POV)
I woke up and sat up in bed.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Sam came in slowly.
"Hey baby how are you?"
"I'm good."
He kept glancing down at my chest then back to my eyes.
"Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay well Johnson and skate and I are gonna go get breakfast, we want you to come."
my eyes lit up.
Then I looked at Sam looking at my chest again.
I remembered my white cropped tank top I was wearing with no bra.
He looked up at me looking at him.
"Yeah sexy you have time to get ready , even though you look fine."
I laughed "Sammy did you call me sexy?"
He ignored it by smiling "okay see you downstairs."
He left so I got up and changed.
I put on mascara and chapstick.
Then I walked out and saw Sammy in his room by his dresser.
He had on a blue red and black flannel.
He looked really good.
He ran his hand through his hair and grabbed his cologne.
He sprayed it and I walked over to him.
"do you always use that cologne?" I asked.
"No." He smiled.
"You look really good."
"Shut up Kylie you know you'll always look better."
"Love you Kylie." He blurted.
"Stop Sammy I'll cry right now but love you too."
He laughed putting out his arms out.
I hugged him.
"fuck you smell so good."
"Thank you baby."
"You're welcome."
I looked up at him.
He started leaning down so I closed my eyes.
We made out for a few minutes before we pulled away.
"Sorry." I blurted.
"For what?"
"I don't ever work out in relationships and I can't lose you as a friend I hope yo-"
