"I made up the other guest room for you," Sam tells me after showing Bridget to the room she'd be spending the night in. He begins walking in the direction of the room, but I take hold of his arm and pull him close towards me.
"I assumed that when you said stay over, you meant sleep in the same bed? Don't tell me I packed my best pyjamas for nothing," I whisper in his ear, trailing my finger down his torso. He's nervous, I can hear it in each shaky breath he exhales, but still he takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom.
Sam's bedroom is a fair size with its own ensuite. His walls are covered in posters of metal and rock bands as well as action movies but theres one framed picture of David Beckham above a cabinet full of trophies, on top of that cabinet there's a small, framed photo o
