Sam picked at the skin hanging from his nails, lips parting when you crawled through his window, hair a mess from the wind.

You were so pretty. He wanted to hold you. Kiss you all over.

Sam glanced at the door.

He could do this.

“I’m really happy we’ve grown so close.” He mumbled, shuffling his feet anxiously. “And I’ve been wondering if you thought of me as just a friend?”

Sam reached out to you after that, tucking some tousled strands of hair behind your ear.

You made his heart go crazy.