...all the time."
Carly lifted her head, looking up at Sam. "Really?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. The gay ones do." She laughed as Carly hung her head again. "Oh come on, Carls, you had to see that coming!"
"It's not funny!" Protested Carly, putting a hand to her stomach. Being this close to Sam... she could practically feel the heat radiating off the blonde's skin, and it was making her dizzy and queasy and nervous and all kinds of bad things. She shrugged Sam's hand off her shoulder, moving back, the smile fading from Sam's face.
"If it really bothers you Carly, I'll put some clothes on."
The brunette took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes briefly. "No. It's fine... I just feel weird."
Sam licked her lips. "Weird how?"
Carly looked away, Sam touching her arm in an effort to get the brunette to look at her. "I... I don't know. I just... I've been looking at you differently?"
Sam swallowed hard. "Carly... do you... do you like me?"
Carly frowned. "What do you mean? We're best friends... of course I like you." She tried to pretend she didn't know what Sam was talking about, trying to tear her gaze from her best friend.
"You know what I mean Carls... do you... like me that way?"
Carly swayed on the spot, her eyes darting around the room as Sam moved closer.
"It's okay Carly... you can say yes. I won't freak out." Sam said softly, studying her best friend.
"I... I... I don't know." Carly stammered as Sam moved in front ...