You and Sam had been dating for about four years now. And boy, that man could make you swoon so hard, over and over. Treating you like how a man should treat any of their partner, like a damn prized possession, being loving, responsible, having good communication. Tears could run down your thighs if Sam even said the right words.

A little initiative could go a very long, long way. If Sam even just do the dishes, you'd give him what he would want even if he hadn't asked. That just made Sam fall for you over again. A little bit of communication? Now that was your ideal foreplay.

A little respect for his partner could get Sam very, very far. Remembering how to use his phone got you oh so, oh so, oh so hot. Considering you had feelings, you were like, "Why are my clothes still on?" sometimes when you were with Sam. Offering to do anything, you were like, "Oh my God."

Now Sam, he was the same way. As the saying went sometimes, a man who yearns is a man who earned. And lord he was swooning as hard as you swooned for him.

You were his escape and he was yours. It was a bit cliché but yet again, it was Sam.

He didn't like you. He loved you.