Sam POV
The third song played, still for slow-dancing. Whoever requested that song is probably another hopeless romantic. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"What?" she asked.
I shook my head and looked down. "Nothing."
"Hey.." She sounded unsure whether or not to continue what she was about to say.
"Yes? Go ahead. What were you going to say?"
"It's kind of hard to say it." She explained.
"Well, you've already confessed to me that Melody was your rebound, how much worse is it?" I replied, trying to sound sarcastic.
She didn't smiled. She just looked the on the ceiling as if it was some interesting thing she'd seen all of a sudden.
"Come on. Tell me. I won't judge."
When she still didn't say anything. "Hey, just to remind you, third song is about to end and when this ends, you won'
