"I put it in the bin" Sam announced once he returned to the car after disposing of the evidence, "doubt Lucas will see that one" He laughed. I was sitting back in the passenger seat, tying my dress back up, basking in the afterglow.
"Should I be there when you tell him about us?" I ask, unsure if this is something we should do together or if it would be best for Sam to take on on his own.
"I think it's something I should do alone, he still has feelings for you, and I pursued you knowing that, I'm the bad guy here, not you" He comforts me, taking my hand in his. I love the feeling of his thumb swiping across the top of my hand.
"You're in no way a bad guy, Sam. Do you think he felt bad when he went after me, knowing you liked me?" I question him
"Lucas doesn't give a s**t about anyone b
