...knew the feelings they harbored deep down for one another but they would never admit those feelings. After each time they hooked up they would just sit in silence for a few minutes, silently enjoying one another's company. Finally Freddie felt the bed shift as Sam stood and he silently turned to watch her. He watched the way the dim streetlights outside shone through her blond hair and the way her back arched as she wriggling into her shorts. She straightened up and her hair swished across the top of her buttocks. She stretched her arms over her head, popping her shoulder blade and sighing heavily. Freddie sat up even further, still watching her. "Sam..." He started and she turned to look at him. The terror on her face was unmistakable but she quickly hid it with a sneer but her shoulders still became rigid. She knew what that soft-spoken word meant.
"Remember our deal, Benson." She paused and ran a hand over her face. "Catch you later, Fredbag."
With that she ducked out of the window and disappeared from view. Freddie rose from the bed and wrapping a blanket around his waist, he jumped out the window after her. "Sam!" He called down the fire escape and after a few seconds she returned, looking confused. "...I lov...