Tasha frowned as she stood at the back of the crowd, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. Rafe had been avoiding her for a few days, ever since the incident, and she finally got the courage to go after him. Unfortunately for her, he was busy entertaining some rich lady. She couldn't stand the sight of that girl with her hands all over him.

Instead, Tasha decided to drink away her problems. She sighed deeply as she took another sip from her drink, holding it out to the bartender for more. She hated the taste of alcohol, but seeing Rafe flirt with other women made her blood boil.

"Well, look whose taken to drinking."

Sam sat on the stool next to Tasha, leaning so he could look at her. "Where's Rafe?"

"No idea." Tasha shrugged. "Last time I saw him he was — well, he was busy."

"Ah. What did he do now?"

"I almost died..." Tasha set her drink down, looking at Sam. "That should count for something, right? I mean, I saw the look on his face that night but... all day he's ignored me — hell, it's like I don't even exist."

"Do you wanna talk?" Sam asked as Tasha grabbed onto his hand lightly.

"Maybe, but can we do it at your room? I don't want to risk seeing him again..."

Once Tasha and Sam made it to his room, he took off his jacket, setting it on a chair before sitting next to Tasha who was laying on his bed. "Are you going to be okay, princess?"

"I really like him, Sam." Tasha laughed sadly. "It's more than like... And you know after all this time I thought that maybe he liked me too."

"He does." Sam replied as he looked down at her. "C'mon, you're beautiful."

"Thanks." Tasha smiled slightly. "But I'm sick of waiting for him to make a move. I don't want to have a one night stand with him... yknow what I mean?"

Sam chuckled as Tasha sat up, leaning her head against his chest. "You forget, I've been in more relationships than you, princess."

"I'm being serious, Sam."

Sam sighed, resting his hand on her waist. "Sometimes guys are stupid, right? They don't see what's in front of them... or they do and they're terrified."

"So you think Rafe's terrified?"

"Probably. He's cocky and arrogant, but with you he's different."

"I guess I'm just scared, yknow? I've never really had a relationship with anyone. I mean I've slept around and shit but he's the first person that — I don't know... that I fell for? I guess..." Tasha sighed. "Can you help me back to my room? This is all too depressing for me."

Sam was quiet for a moment as he rubbed circles into her waist with his thumb. "Or, crazy idea, you could stay here for the night."

Tasha giggled as she quirked an eyebrow up at him. "I don't think that would end good for either of us, Sammy."

Sam looked down at her, smiling slightly as he noticed the slight blush on her cheeks. "Maybe you're right, but maybe I don't care what happens afterwards."

Tasha shook her head, averting her gaze. "If I didn't know any better, Mr Drake, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"What would give you that crazy idea?" Sam chuckled, running his fingers along her side, effectively tickling her.

Tasha let out a squeal and laughed. "Sam— Sam! Stop!" Tears came to her eyes as she pressed her hands against Sam's chest, trying to push him away.

Eventually Sam let her go, instead moving a strand of hair away from her face. Tasha smiled slightly. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what, princess?" Sam asked, leaning into her slightly.

"Like you want to kiss me."

Sam slowly pressed his lips to hers, resting his hands on the edge of her waist, gripping just barely so if she wanted to push him away she could. Tasha was still, raising her eyebrows when Sam pulled back.

"I — Uh — Sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that."

Tasha shook her head, smiling before leaning up, kissing his lips tenderly. "I shouldn't have kissed you either."

Sam smiled, pulling her close as they began to kiss faster, his tongue slipping inside her mouth with ease. After a few minutes, Tasha went further, moving so she was straddling his waist. She let out a moan as she felt his bulge against her, grinding her hips harshly against his.

"Tasha —" Sam sighed between kisses. "We don't have to—"

"Less talking, Sammy." Tasha kissed the edge of his jaw, smiling to herself.

"Seriously —"

"Sam, when are you ever serious?"

"You've been drinking and—"

Tasha pulled back enough so she could look at him. "Sam, do you know how many times I've wanted you to fuck me? You're my best friend anddddd you're really fucking hot, okay? Plus you're older than me and I think that's super hot."

Sam smirked at her praise, slipping his hands up the sides of her shirt. "Really?"

"Mhm!" Tasha nodded, laughing. "C'mon, there's been sexual tension between us forever! It won't ruin our friendship, right?"

Sam chuckled, "Not if it doesn't bother you, princess."

"It'll be a one time thing. It's been a long time for both of us, we need some quality time, right?" Tasha smirked as she tossed his shirt aside. "C'mon, make me forget about my sorrows, Sammy."

"Anything for you, princess'."

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A/N: You guys please comment ideas and inspiration so I can keep writing 😭