The more time we spent together, the more comfortable we got, naturally. But I feel as if he made me feel comfortable from the beginning, and it was my own guilt that made me feel otherwise.
His presence wasn't what bothered me - it was the fact that we were lying to Sam, that I was lying to Sam, and getting away with it.
"How do you know I wasn't here for the weekend?" I dare ask, knowing that I might not like the answer he would give, but also knowing that I had to find out.
"Again with the questions. Does it really matter?"
"Well, I would like to know if I had a stalker on my heels," I giggle, and he widens his smile, before letting out a little chuckle himself.
"I don't stalk. I'm just very attentive."
"Is that so?" I tease him slightly, and go to pick up my bag, but he stops m
