" i like myself a lot more when i'm with you. " ( sam / jess
a quiet love prompts : accepting
Rarely, if ever, has she shown the smallest glimpse of fragility or weakness, especially not with Sam, not with someone who's more friend than anything. And maybe that's why she feels more comfortable in her own element since there are little to no expectations. Nothing on his part that makes her feel pressured to act a certain way, to feel like she must fit a role interesting enough to capture his attention. But there are no games between them, are there? It's just him. It's just the two of them, alone and in the dark of her apartment and away from the prying eyes of everyone else outside. She holds him close, face buried in his neck where she lingers for longer than a friend should. Breathing in his scent and then closing her eyes to commit it to memory. She may not get another moment like this. She won't allow herself to, not after this... "Then, stay with me." She hates that she's said it because it sounds so desperate, so eager for him. But there's no taking it back now, is there? She wonders, briefly, if the dark of this room is enough to conceal the truth. To keep it hidden where it should remain because once they leave her place then they've got to go back to being friends. "And be yourself until you don't know anything else."
