Samantha had fallen asleep. That hadn’t been a part of their original evening plans, but it had happened so late in the night Samuel didn’t want to wake her up. Having her drive around at this hour? It wasn’t safe, wasn’t practical. He wouldn’t even consider it. So, last night, instead of leaving her on the couch, Samuel tried to do the gentlemanly thing and carry her to his bed instead. Ignoring how much he probably would have liked to join her, he had simply tucked her in and opted for the couch instead. Simple. Easy - even if he didn’t get that much sleep.
That was how he had ended up back in his bedroom this morning, anyway. Standing there, plate of eggs and toast in hand and a glass of water in the other - taking the briefest second to admire how he liked seeing her there.. But she had made it clear that they were friends. That was fine. Samuel blinked, breaking his train of thought before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to her, careful not to move the mattress too much.
“Samantha.” His voice was quiet, barely a mumble as he set the glass down on the nightstand. Hand newly free, Samuel let it rest gently on her arm, giving it the smallest squeeze. “Breakfast.”
a slow languid stretch of tired muscles, fluttering of lashes as she inhales deep and is met with a mixture of smells that instantly sets off the red flags of her still waking mind. this isn’t her bed, no overwhelming weight of cheeto pressed onto her chest, no warm smell of vanilla wafting out from her pillows - instead she’s met with a familiar cologne and ... eggs? the low grumble of a voice and a hand on her arm is what sets it all off, sends samantha scrambling back up against the pillows behind her as her eyes flash open wide. heart thundering in her chest, it takes her a moment to settle, acknowledge each detail of her surroundings before she relaxes. “ sam. ”
hand brought up to her face to wipe the sleep from her eyes and allow her to hide her blush and the embarrassment, she clears her throat before righting herself in his sheets. “ you - scared me a bit, sorry. breakfast? did i fall asleep? how’d i - did you carry me to bed or something? you didn’t have to do that, i could’ve ... you could’ve woken me up and sent me home, i didn’t mean to be this much of a bother or anything. ” always rambling, words falling from her mouth a mile a minute as samantha shifts her gaze from his face to the plate of food then back to the unwrinkled sheets next to her. it wasn’t surprising that she’d been here alone - for all the rumors everyone seemed to spread about him, sam had never been anything less than a gentleman to her. careful. kind.
and she’d been expected not to develop a crush. a thick swallow, followed up by a signature wide grin, “ did you at least finish your drawing? ”
