• this one shot is based from 2x07 and an alternative outcome if she never left after telling him how she felt.
Carla eased at his touch as she shut her eyes and leaned against his forehead. She felt comfort, safe, and at home - simply with just a skin to skin contact with Samuel.
She didn't know when their game started to evolve into feelings, real feelings; desire, passion, and a honest need for one another. Though, what she did know was that, at this moment, she just acknowledged, accepted, and confessed a part of her feelings and want for him.
It probably wasn't just unexpected for Samuel, but for her as well, yet, once Carla emoted how she lost him, she couldn't stop herself from carrying on - telling him how she thought she could have a future with him, a real relationship: without hiding, and with days that they could just spend together, eating macaroni, in which she sought solace.
As she took in the few seconds of silence amongst them, she started to slightly move her face forward, craving for his lips.
Although, her movement didn't make a difference once she realised Samuel leaning back.
Carla opened her teared up eyes as she let out a small sigh and looked at his face, which held no emotions for her to be elated about. She gave him the smallest gesture of a nod as she interpreted his face and thought he had nothing to say.
Carla felt belittled and pinned with despair, thus, she started to walk away from him with a pained look on her face.
Samuel pressed his lips in a firm line and plastered a nonchalant look on his face. However, his heart was throbbing - bursting out of his chest.
He was lost for words. On one hand, there's his dying urge to get justice for Marina and his brother, Nano, but on the other hand, he doesn't know what to do with his uncalled feelings for Carla.
Ever since Nano had been accused as Marina's murderer, his top priority has been to prove that wrong, but as soon as he became involved with Carla, things have changed.
It still is a huge priority to him, but so is Carla now, especially after everything he just heard.
And he can't help, but accept the fact that he also wants to try everything Carla had just expressed.
Samuel wanted her to stay, but he didn't know in what straightforward way to say it, so as he looked at Carla's disgruntled face and realised that he couldn't let her walk away, a gulp formed in his throat before a quiet sound came out, muttering the only other thing that he could think of.
"¿Quiéres macarrones?
Carla was about to open the door and leave, until she heard his voice and turned around to see his stoic face change into a small smile.
Her eyes lit up as she fondly looked at Samuel and forgot all of everything that just happened between them a few minutes ago, and solely focused on the question he just asked. "Will it be good this time?"
"You tell me." The corner of his mouth tilted upwards into a captivating smirk.
Without waiting for another response, Samuel went to his fridge and looked for some macaroni to reheat, but to much of his dismay, he couldn't find any. Joder.
So, he thought that the most rational solution to his problem right now was to freshly make some, himself. As he started to look for his ingredients, he heard a voice behind him.
"¿Qué pasa?"
Samuel turned around as a grin managed to appear on his face from the sight in front of him. Carla wore a confused expression, with her eyebrows furrowed, and for some reason, it really warmed up his heart.
