Do not cross the line

Chapter 19

Sam tapped nervously the pen in his hand against the table, while he looked intently at the clock on his wall.

Why the hell the time can't go faster?

It felt like the day had gone slower than normally. He had planned the perfect lunch for you two, he booked you two a table from the nicest restaurant in the town, ordered some champagne to be ready on the table when you two arrive there.

He watched how the clock wizards seemed to have stayed still forever.

When the minute wizard finally moved, he left a sigh and lowered his gaze back down to the paper's front of him on the table.

He saw the day before how you and Harry came back from your lunch, how you were laughing at something Harry had said and god it was the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard.

He was talking with his brother in the hall when you two came back, everything that Nathan said to him went to the empty walls when his focus was on you.

The way you smiled at Harry broke his heart. His stomach flipped when you threw your hair over your shoulder, and then he saw red again when you playfully pushed Harry with your hips.

When he next time looked at the clock, he happily noticed it was finally time to leave for lunch.

He quickly stood up from his chair, rushed to his door and opened it fast, then he stopped. He can't run through the hall to your door, it would be too suspicious. So he took a deep breath, put his hands on his jean pockets and casually walked toward your door.

Soon it would be just the two of you.

Maybe he could rub your leg with his again under the table, like he did in the meeting when you thought it was Harry.

And after the lunch, maybe he could kiss on your cheek as a thank you.

His lips twitched upwards when he got closer to the door, he reached his hand to the doorknob but then he heard your giggle through the door.

"Harry stop!"

He froze in his place. Why Harry should stop? What Harry should stop?

He stood right behind the door, his hand on the doorknob when he listened, stared the wooden door, like he could see right through it, while your giggle heard right on the other side.

What he would see when he opens the door?

Could he handle that if he sees you sitting on Harry's lap, or you two kissing there?

His palms hurt when he squeezed the doorknob, he closed his eyes when he tried to calm himself down.

This was your night. He would win you in his side, making Harry lick his wounds.

When he felt how his body stopped shaking with rage, he knocked and opened the door right away.

When he saw inside the room, relief filled his heart when he saw you sitting on the table and Harry sitting on his own chair, his legs on the table as usual, while he was throwing at you with paper bundles.

He coughed a little, since neither of you didn't seem to notice he came inside, and both of you turned to look at him.

"Oh hi Sam." - you smiled, looking at your mac screen. - "It is really lunchtime?" - you said out loud when you looked at the clock, realizing how time had flown today.

"Ready to go, or are you busy?" - Sam tried to sound neutral, unable to know did he succeed or not.

He looked how you jumped down from the table to the floor, grabbing your bag from your chair.