“Not yet. I want to talk to you.”
“I thought you said if I didn’t want to talk we didn’t—”
Without waiting for me to finish, Sam turned her back on me and walked out of the living room and down the hall towards my bedroom.
“Okay,” I muttered.
I followed her down the hallway, my eyes glued to the backs of her long legs, which although a little on the thin side had a nice shape to them. Not just her legs; the tight dress was clinging to what I had to admit was a pretty nice ass and she had a sway to her hips I’d never noticed before when she walked.
Sam opened the door to my room. When I entered, she was standing in front of my bed, staring down at the nightstand.
“Oh, candles!” she said, picking up the lighter. “I love candles.”
She lit the two small candles and walked around to the other side of the bed to light the pair on my desk. “You always have candles?”
“Tonight was supposed to be, well, you know …” I sighed. “I thought it would be a nice touch.”
“They are.” She pointed behind me. “Shut the light off.”
“Why?”
“Because I like candlelight.” She rolled her eyes. “Why do you always ask questions about everything?”
“I don’t know.” I hit the switch and turned back to see her standing in the dimly lit room.
“That’s better.” She nodded. “Nice soft light. Very romantic, very intimate.”
“Intimate?” That was an odd word.
“Justin, come sit down. I want to ask you something.”
I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it expecting Sam to sit next to me. Instead, she stepped up to me so she was standing directly in front of me between my knees, looking down at me.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not her tits, which were right in front of me and more than a little distracting, especially with the scent of her perfume wafting from her chest.
“Okay, look. This problem you have. On one hand, I believe you should stick to your principles and your promise and wait and make it special.”
“Here we go.” I rolled my eyes.
“But I understand your point. You’re frustrated and horny and tired of waiting.”
“Exactly.”
“So I have a question for you. If you had a choice, would you want it to be with someone who cares about you who’ll make it special, or just get a piece of tail to say you got some?”
“I don’t have a choice. I—”
“Just answer the damn question!” She put her hands out. “Stop being a dink and just give me a yes or no. Which would you prefer if you had the choice?”
“Okay.” I shrugged. “If I had the chance, I would rather it be with someone who—” I stopped.
“Who what?”
“Fine. I’ll sound like an idiot. Someone I have feelings for who cares about me.”
“That’s not being an idiot at all. That’s just being—”
“A fool. And that question was stupid because I don’t have that person, so there is no choice. I was a fucking asshole for waiting, and I am not going to—”
“Hey!” Sam put her hands on my shoulders. “That was not being an asshole. Justin, never be upset at yourself for being sweet. Never.”
“Sweet?” I rolled my eyes again.
“My sister is three years older than me and has dated a lot of guys. My friends have been dating as long as I have. Thing is, most guys are jerks who think with their dicks. Nice guys are hard to find, Justin, and you’re one of them. Never be sorry for that. It’s one of the things I love about you!”