Your brother, Charles, had a best friend. his name is Samuel, but goes by Sam. Sam was HAWT, he was 6'6, dark black hair and a sharp jawline with ice blue eyes. he had HUGEE MUSCLES and HUGE veiny hands. he was funny, confident, and respectful. he's 20

it was a stormy night, thunder and lightning, when you were a child you got trauma, causing panic attacks in thunder storms. you're brother was hanging out with his guy friends, you called him multiple times since he's at the same college as you and he'd talk you through it. then you call Sam

"hey, pretty girl, everything okay?" you hear his deep sexy smooth voice you get butterflies over. "hey Sam... is charles there? I need him" you say trying to hide your shaky voice "no sorry, no clue where he is and his phone died. what up? everything okay, baby?" She smiled, you'd always act like you are when he calls you pet names but you LOVE it "its uhm... I get panic attacks when there's storms... just tell Charles to come fine me" "I will, pretty girl. bye" he says

20 minutes later your dorm room opens, thinking its Charles you sit up. but then Sam comes in, his shirt sticking to his insanely musuclar body form the rain. he immediately take shsi shoes off and sits next to you.

"you came?" "you called, pretty girl"