“I wanted to get away. Seemed like a good enough place as any to go. I didn’t see you down there. It was horrible.”
“Trust me,” Brooke said. “I’ve been to enough of my parent’s dinners to know. Why do you think I’m up here? Now, I’m going to get out of this dress and into something a little bit more comfortable, so I’m going to need you to turn around.”
Sam turned on the corner of the bed and waited as Brooke changed. Finally, she gave the okay and he turned back to find her in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants.
“You can stay up here for as long as you want,” she told him, climbing back into bed and under the blanket. “But don’t get any ideas. You’re still a pervert and there’s nothing between us.”
Sam smiled and climbed up next to her, waiting for the dinner to end and his chanc
