Save me from myself

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"You wanna come and hang at my place?" he asked when they were walking back to his car.

"Hang?" she asked surprised, looking at him, wide grin on her face. He chuckled "Yeah." and looked at the distance, smirking.

She was curious to see his place and wasn't ready for the night to end.

"Okay." she said excited and bit nervous. They hadn't spent enough time alone, Willow was always in the center of their attention.

"Awesome." he said grinning "The guys are away this weekend."

"Okay." she said. She would have wanted to meet them but she was sure this would happen in the near future.

While they were driving they changed stares, smiling to each other. He put some music on, singing along some lyrics, looking at her. She enjoyed the moment, looking at the surroundings.

"We're here." he parked his car in front of some house. She looked out of the window and stepped out.

"This way." he said and took his hand, excited. They walked through the house, him pointing directions, commenting some framed photos on the wall. She was nosy, looking through the books he had in his bedroom. She found a shoe box on the shelf, 'photos' written on it.

"Can I?" she asked looking at him.

"You wanna see my old pictures?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah." she said, still waiting.

"Okay. Yeah. Take it." he gave her permission. She took the box and sat on his bed. She looked through the pictures, showing them to him so he could comment them. He watched her admiring every picture, giving him random smiles, saying things like "Look how adorable!", "Baby Ron!", "Oh my god, look at that!"

"Are you okay?" he asked chuckling, surprised about her reactions.

"Yes, I'm fine." she chuckled herself, gathering the pictures, serious all of a sudden "It's just.. Thank you, for letting me see these." She stood up to put back the box.

"Sure thing." he said looking at her.

"Want something to drink?" he asked, changing the topic but then added "Cause you look thirsty." laughing loud. Sam looked at him, mouth agape and followed him to the kitchen-livingroom area.

"So, what are you having?" he asked again, seeing her in thoughts.

"Um.. water please." she said.

"Here." he said giving her a bottle of water by placing the cold bottle against her shoulder blade.

"Fuckkk, it's cold!" she yelped and jolted away from the source. Ronnie laughed reaching his arm out "I'm sorry, here." He put his hand on the same spot, warming it. He could see she enjoyed his touch. Everything in her was so inviting to him, there was always something new about her that surprised him. Thinking about the things he had not yet discovered about her, made him excited, happy, feeling something warm in his chest.

"That felt nice." she said, dragging him out of his thoughts.

"You're welcome." he said.

"Nice place you have." she said looking around.

"Yeah." he said thoughtful and added "But it's temporary. I plan to buy my own house some day, with a better view, garage for the cars, large yard for Willow to run around."

"Nice." she said admiring his dreams.

"Yeah. The reality is that you can have a beautiful house but if you don't have anybody to share it with, it'll never be a home." She looked at him, realizing why he had always come back to her tiny shity apartment. "Like a large sum of money would never be wealth without sharing it and education will never be wisdom without teaching." She blushed a bit thinking about sharing a home with him, being actual family with him. He smirked, looking at her for a moment. He loved to watch her when she didn't notice. Like at that moment. She was looking around, her stare stopping at the piano on the other side of the couch.

"Play for me?" she asked pointing on it. He looked at her, grinning "Was that an order?"

"Yes!" she said energized. He stood up and walked to his piano. Gladly. He loved playing it, especially to her.

"Any favourites?" he asked excited, taking a seat on the bench.

"I couldn't choose." she said seeing him play random notes.

"Okay." he said and started to play some melody. She listened to it and it sounded like "The drug in me is you." but only slower and then he kinda went crazy, his whole body moving along with his hands and fingers on the notes. It seemed like he was cutting his chest open and pouring his feelings out. So passionate and intense.

She went to sit next to him, wanting to be closer to him. She watched him play, his fingers knowing exactly how to play. It came from the heart, without thinking. It was personal, he was at his most vulnerable state. And she loved all of it. She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out long breath, her eyes closed. He played only with one hand, the other arm was rounding her head from under her chin. He turned to face her and pecked a kiss on her forehead. She felt safe, happy, content, in love. He felt it. She lifted her head to look at him. He looked at her, waiting for an agreement. Instead of telling him, she showed her intentions. She kissed him for a moment, then pulled away to look at him. He answered her by kissing her back, then pulled away, cupping her face.

"Sam" he whispered, looking into her eyes.

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Another chapter! So he asked her to come to his place and things are heating up! I love how Sam feels around him and him being so open when playing the piano. LOTS to come! I think I'll have the time to add another chapter every other day. And I should add some music too, because it gives so much more to the story <3

Thanks for the love!