...ough 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 love you." He murmured.
"I know." Sam said sadly and stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her lips met him for a moment. It conveyed not just sexual desire but the love they felt for one another. Suddenly the pressure was gone from his lips and when he opened his eyes, Sam was trying to walk away. He reached out and took her wrist gently, restricting. She turned and looked down at her wrist sadly. Then she walked away, her fingers slipping from his as she disappeared from veiw.
"The deal, Benson...remember..."
And Freddie wa...