... hearts. The apartment hums with silence. It's just the two of them, alone in the world Sam managed to screw up royally.
"I like you, okay?" Sam spits out. She's replayed the words a million times over in her head. A billion. "I like you. Like-like."
Carly closes her eyes and opens them. "You're . . . lesbian?"
"Bi, I think." Sam waits for the grossed-out expression, the shivers, for Carly to yell at her to leave.
"Um . . . " Carly hesitates. "Me too."
"What?" Sam stares at her. "You're . . . wait . . . what?" Hope ignites and burns and smolders.
"Because . . . I, you know, never really told you either, but . . . I like you too, okay? And that kiss, wasn't such, you know, a bad thing," Carly stumbles over her words, shakes her head, then half-yells to Sam, "That kiss wasn't a bad thing, okay?"
Then she grabs Sam by the shoulders and kisses her again.
Their second kiss is much more real. Harsh pants when they pull back for air, tongue sliding up against tongue, fingers twined together, bodies and breasts pressing. Sweaty and shaking, Sam manages to make it over to the apartment door to make sure it's locked before Carly grabs her and shoves her up against the wall.
This is a side of Carly Sam likes. This assertive, I-know-what-the-hell-I-want Carly.
"Wanna pat me down, Officer Bunny?" Sam whispers hoarsely into Carly's ear.
"Shut up," Carly mutters and starts to attack Sam's neck with her teeth. She bites and nibbles ...