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“As much as I'd love to do this all day, we should probably get up and start our day. Shower while I make some breakfast then I'll shower after you. We have a beanbag to order for The Crew movie nights.” Grabbing his pajamas, he got up out of the bed and got dressed. And me? I was still in awe. How did a nightmare turn into a life altering kiss with a man?

Sam was in the kitchen after I got out of the shower. When I approached he turned from the stove and said, “I made French toast. It’s on the dining table along with some prosciutto and cheese. If you prefer sweet French toast there is Baka’s homemade plum jam, it's my favorite.” He wanted to share his late grandmother's jam with me?

“Sam, I couldn't eat that jam. I am sure you don’t have a lot left of it.”

“Oh no! Please. You already tried it in kiflice, the pastry I baked for you at Crew’s house. It means a lot that I can share her last jam with someone she would have loved to feed herself. I told you, food is important in my family and where my family is from.”

I felt flutters in my chest. Do I have a heart condition? “That’s so nice of you Sam. I will probably eat both savory and sweet. It smells so fucking good.”

“OK. I am going to get a shower and then you can help me pick a bean bag for Make.”

“For who?” I asked, confused.

He giggled, while walking towards the bathroom, “Matt and Jake… Make!”

“Oh my god! Wait. Did you just ship them? Is that what it’s called? I remember reading it somewhere.”

“Yeah. They are like an old married couple.” Walking in the bathroom and closing the door, still laughing. He was not wrong.

The food was amazing, I didn’t eat all of it. I left him a few French toast slices and there was plenty of cheese, meat and jam left. He ate half of a piece of toast with a little dab of the jam. That just wouldn't do. He came out of the bathroom looking fresh, wearing comfortable looking black sweatpants and an oversized black shirt, with books and a dragon print on the front. Rosy cheeks from the shower and half dried, wild hair.

“Good shower? I asked.

“I needed that more than I thought.” He sighed and sat beside me on the sofa.

He took the phone out of his pocket and stopped as if he just remembered something, then put his phone back in his pocket.

“Um. Could we use your phone to order the bean bag, I will pay obviously. My phone isn’t very good, I mean it's old and slow, If you don’t mind?”

That was odd.

“Yeah we can use my phone. Here.” I handed him my phone, and his eyes went wide like saucers.

Stammering out he asked, “Y- you want me to do it? On your phone?”

“Yes, if you have a specific idea in your head, it would be easier if you do it instead of telling me what to look for.”

He swallowed audibly. “Yeah. OK. Sure. I mean only if you are sure.” He was nervous for some reason. Still not reaching for the phone. I was so confused as to why the sudden change.

“Sam why is this making you anxious? If you want, I can do it myself and you tell me what to look for?”

“It’s silly,” he shook his head. Waving his hand dismissing me trying to change the subject, “I think we should get...”

I turned on the sofa fully facing him now, “Wait. What's silly?”

“It’s just… My ex used to be very adamant about me staying off his phone or laptop. Even if I just checked the time on his phone, I was making him feel like I didn’t trust him. I never snooped, I swear.”

“Pup. That’s not ok.” I moved to him on the sofa, folding one leg under myself. Extending my hand in invitation for him to take it. When he placed his hand in mine, I pulled him to sit on my lap, "That is not the case with me. Ok? It will never be something you need to worry about with me or The Crew. What he was doing was controlling, and he probably had a lot to hide on his phone. Ok?” He nodded. “Now. Where were we? Here.”

I handed him my phone again. He took it this time, still hesitant. “Ok.” I felt tension leave his body, and he finally opened the internet browser.

We actually had so much fun picking the bean bag. We got a two person bean bag. It was black and looked soft but the best thing about it, was the custom embroidered ‘Make’ in large letters we custom ordered. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when they noticed it.

CHAPTER 33

SAM

Feeling safe around Alex surprised me. I would have thought my jumpiness and fear would ruin my chances for a future with anyone. Not that I thought Alex wanted a future with me, but the fact that he wanted to kiss me more, was already more than I could have dreamed of. I never thought of that possibility while I was stuck with Kyle. I was convinced that would be my life forever.