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Sam spent a couple of weeks asking himself what was going wrong with him and Quinn since that weekend at the Hamptons. He always tended to put the blame on himself and the fact that he hadnât been able to conceal better all the feelings he had for the girl. If he had to connect the dots, he could think it all started from there and went downhill with Quinnâs call. The way she hung up on him felt a little bit off. It didnât help her joke about the wedding, but Sam didnât take it as something revealing her thoughts, just a lame joke that couldnât go on. After all, the whole idea of faking their engagement was hers, there was not a chance she couldâve been mistaken. It was Sam who misinterpreted her thoughts, as usual, and requested explanations, while he couldâve laughed it off and pretend he never heard how soft was her voice on the phone as she pronounced the word âweddingâ. He ended up thinking that Quinn mustâve felt awkward at that question and wanted to cut off the phone call before Sam could express his feelings all of a sudden.
As a therapy for the lack of communication between the two of them, Sam dived in his own work, between the schedule of the label and his own music. As he found out, having all those lyrics written for Quinn helped him a great deal, since he had to record all the songs and give them a soul. What was better than singing about longing right when things didnât go well with your own Muse? Even Adrian had to pay him some compliments for how well his interpretation fit the words. Still, his friend offered to âdistract him from whatever problem he was having at the momentâ and took him to a party. It was a distraction indeed, meeting new people, but that didnât stop him from jumping at the sight of a text from Quinn. That was it, his chance to ask for an explanation, or maybe just to reconnect - which was the most possible scenario for him to happen.
It was a play all over again. With Franny between them, it was easier to pretend everything was fine and the atmosphere wasnât awkward, but he feared the moment they had to retire in Quinnâs bedroom. The thought of that kind of silence between them was unbearable. Still, Sam told himself there was no way he would allow his feelings to ruin the best thing in his life. When Frannie picked up the phone and began talking with god-knows-who, totally ignoring him now, Sam decided to face the problem and go to the kitchen, where Quinn had disappeared with the excuse of getting some beer. Right when he opened the door, Quinn bumped into him. Before he could even have the time to think he reached out and grabbed the girl by her waist, just to prevent a disastrous fall. Man, it always felt nice. âSorry, I didnât mean to-â he trailed off as their eyes met, but a laugh followed immediately. âYou? I think that the words Quinn and clumsy donât go very well together.â He signed at the door behind them. âFrannie is talking with Amy, or Ella, I wasnât really listening, and you were here so⊠I thought I could help.â He realized his hands were still on her hips, so he slowly stepped back and offered a smile. âGuess I was just making it worse.â
The sensation Samâs hands brought upon the contact with Quinnâs hips was enough to make the girlâs heart flutter in her chest. Her mind helplessly wandered back to the last time his hands rested on her body, in Hamptons, while both their lips and bodies were pressed together in her bedroom. Quickly trying to shrug off the visual images that were making it harder to talk, she offered him a smile. âYou should really say that in front of my boss, I swear she was only seconds away from firing me this week.â She wasnât even joking; her boss was known for having next to no tolerance over lack of concentration and Quinn encountered the misfortune to drift off in not only one, but two meetings that week. Which clearly did not impress Cheryl. If such thing was possible, she was growing more fierce and determined to make the blonde come back to her senses. Even though Cheryl was known as the ultimate professional, she felt the urge to tell Quinn whomever this guy that kept making her lose her focus better be cute. That comment was brushed off quickly with a chuckle because despite how caught up she was with the show they were putting out, Quinn hated the fact that she was so bad at concealing those feelings.
Knowing Frannie was going to be at her place, fully expecting her and Sam to behave like the soon to be married lovebirds they were pretending to be; caused Quinn to feel very anxious. It was no surprise Sam had the ability to calm her down even when she was going through the worst case scenario. This time was no exception. Even though she was undeniably dizzy for a moment when she felt his hands against the fabric of her jeans, acting like everything was normal wasnât as difficult as she feared. As long as they didnât have to talk about how the essence of their relationship had shifted, Quinn was glad she got to enjoy Samâs company...probably a lot more than sheâd like to admit.
ââYou and making things worse for me... Try again.ââ She teased as a brief chuckle escaped from her lips. Before she continued, her eyes quickly scammed the kitchen door to make sure Frannie was still occupied and she lowered her voice. ââI know Iâm way pushing my chances with the best friend privileges here but it really means a lot to me that youâre here. Thank you. And I mean it.ââ Her pair of hazel eyes travelled back from the door to meet his gaze and she offered him a smile. She could feel her cheeks were flustered only from staring into his beautiful pair of blue eyes for one second too long. To prevent herself from saying or doing something embarrassing once again, she passed out one of the beer bottles she was holding to Sam. ââAnd this would be your prize for putting up with me for so long.ââ Jokingly, she used her free hand to grab his hand and pull him out of the kitchen, placing a quick peck on his cheek when they finally made their way into the living room where Frannie, who was finally done with her phone call, was rummaging through Quinnâs stack of magazines.