...on a trip with Socko, and Sam had begged Carly to sleep over, promising an awesome time.
Carly had given in to the blonde girl, actually looking forward to spending some time alone with Sam. It always seemed like Freddie or Spencer was around, and Carly missed her girl time with Sam, the two of them just chatting, and hanging out.
Carly bit her lip, thinking of the other reason she'd agreed to sleep over. Lately, she'd been catching herself looking at Sam, admiring the blonde girl's body in a way she'd imagined guys would. It was... confusing to say the least, and Carly wasn't sure what it meant, only that she probably shouldn't be thinking of her best friend that way. She'd hoped tonight would maybe clarify her feelings... it was probably just a phase. Sam was hot. Carly had always acknowledged that, it was just... when she thought that now, it was usually accompanied by a sharp pull in her stomach. It was no biggie. It was just a phase. That's all. Sam was growing up, and Carly was just noticing it, was all. Nothing more. Noth-
Carly's fingers tightened in the quilt, her bouncing coming to a halt. Sam. In a towel. Wet. Sam. Carly shook her head, swallowing hard. So what? It was just her best friend, who'd had a shower, in a towel. She'd seen it million times before. But Carly couldn't stop her eyes from tracing down Sam's body, admiring the way the towel outlined her curves, the way the water made her skin glisten and- Carly tore her eyes awa...