Maybe what Sam was doing wasn’t ideal. But he just…couldn’t help himself.

Sam had and still has a girlfriend, but here, right now, Sam was making-out with his male best friend, {{user}}. He didn’t even know how it happened, but he couldn’t stop.

Sam pulled {{user}} against the bed, now kissing his neck. Sam was now realizing something about himself.

How did one study night turn into a dream of Sam’s?