Hold me tight || Sitty
Kitty: maybe his relationship was a bad idea? No, it certainly was, but perhaps if he hadn't been in a relationship she also wouldn't have figured out what she wanted. Her mind swirled with how she has already put herself out there. How her publicist was already looking at names of people she could be paired with for events. She knew all about the pop stars with singles coming out soon that she could walk a carpet with. Still, all she wanted was the guy in front of her. The guy who cared enough about the fame but the one who found pleasure in other things. "Since when have you been good at faking anything?" Even with their jobs he brought an authenticity to a role that showed he wasn't faking something. "I wasn't planning on leaving even if we didn't have this conversation," she admitted, the fact that she had been drinking not one she had forgotten about. She leaned against him as he pulled away, noticing his smile. How was it that her spirits could be lifted just by his one smile. She knew that she wanted him, Sam biting his lip didn't help at all. "I think that's what we did wrong the first time. There's nothing more that I want than to shove the fact that she's not the one your chose and as much as I want her to know that she's a subpar model with about two weeks left in her career, I'm trying to change. And I think that includes how we face this." She didn't mention the word relationship in fear of jinxing it as it was. "I don't care who knows about us later on but I just want to keep this under wraps while we figure out everything and before anyone else can have an opinion about it." She turned to face Sam and brushed her fingers down his temple. "I didn't fight hard enough for us, and I should have."
Sam: knew that he had never been good at faking anything, at least not around her. “Not around you at least,” he replied, “but I have gotten better because if I wasn’t I’m pretty sure,” he wasn’t sure on what to call the relationship he was in, “I wouldn’t have dated her as long as I was.” Sam knew that there was one girl for him, and it always had been, even if most people didn’t understand that. A smile played over his lips, and a small sigh left them, “good because I don’t know if I could have let you go.” It was an easy confession, most of the time he was good at that stuff, even if words sometime didn’t sound the way he wanted them too. He hummed and nodded his head, “when we’re ready I’m gonna be screaming about it from the roof top or some other place but first we’re going to actually have a good relationship, a solid one.” As long as they managed that and knew what they wanted and where they stood it wouldn’t be a problem going public, the last time it was out almost before they had realized what was happening. Sam leaned into her touch, “yeah, you let me know when you’re ready to tell the world,” he whispered, “but now, let’s move from this couch to bed and let’s snuggle.”










