...be hanging above his mantle, yet the images of which were so burned into his mind that he had to close his eyes and shake his head to dislodge them whenever he hazarded to think back, neither Sam's treatment of him nor her attitude towards him had changed in the slightest.
The next day, for example, Freddie had met Sam and Carly at the Groovy Smoothie, as was usual for a summer afternoon. Freddie had to try his hardest to not blush and to not wonder whether Sam was wearing those same bra and panties under her yellow shirt and plaid pants as he sat down at the table; Sam, on the other hand, seemed completely unperturbed by him, greeting him in her usual way, continuing on comfortably her conversation with Carly, and not flinching in the slightest when Freddie joined in.
No, Freddie had not come to any conclusion as to what Sam's motives were at all. It was more that, this time, he wasn't taken totally by surprise.
A month had passed since their first time when it happened. During that interval neither he nor Sam had ever brought up what had happened back then behind closed doors in the small hours of the night, each being more than content to just carry on as though nothing had happened at all. Freddie had just about convinced himself that whatever had happened then had been a one-time event and that he should just stop puzzling over it and just forget it so he could move on with his life.
They had finished filming a few new...