"What are you doing?" You ask as you feel a hand grasp yours, immediately knowing who it is without needing to look.

"Holding your hand." Sam replies, dragging out the last word. You let his hand go, continuing to walk.

"Don't. Sam, look-"

"I heard about your boyfriend." He looks over to you, eyes locked on your face. You sigh exasperatedly, hadn't he learned that since he left, you had moved on (or, tried to)? Surely he knows that your boyfriend is strong, and muscular, but it's not like he cares. Ever since he had to move over the summer, he's thought about you. And now that he's back, he's not letting you go again.