Samantha rubbed her sweaty forehead as she lay on Jerry's large extremely comfortable bed while the movie 'Warm Bodies' played on the large LED screen T.V across from her. She wasn't a big fan of the movie but then again she wasn't exactly paying attention to it either.

Jerry was lying down next her of course, a bit too close for her liking. She could practically feel the heat emanating from his body. It was making her nervous and despite the cool atmosphere she was covered in sweat.

Yesterdays's dinner had been extremely awkward so he had suggested for them to watch a few movies in his room while having dinner. Ever since they kissed Samantha had been in absolute turmoil. Initially she felt so guilty she wanted to hurl every time she thought about it, but as the day went by all she could think about was how much she wanted to be in his arms again.

She was just so confused at the moment. She couldn't decide if she hated the guy or liked him. One minute she felt like strangling him to death, the next she wanted his tongue down her throat. What the hell was wrong with her?

Was she suffering from Stockholm Syndrome? Is this what that felt like? She'd heard about that before but she wasn't sure what the symptoms were. Maybe she was just going crazy. That made more sense.

"Hey, anyone there?" Jerry nudged her lightly.

"What?" she jumped at his touch.

"I asked if you like this movie. You didn't reply," he smiled though his eyes wore a look of concern. "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine, just peachy," Samantha replied although her demeanour said otherwise. "I've seen this movie before you know, it doesn't make any sense."

"It doesn't have to make sense to be nice," he replied looking at the screen. The lead actor was now human and he was kissing the lead actress.

"How can someone dead become alive again just because he fell in love. It's stupid," she said crossing her arms and frowning at him. "Your choice of movies suck."

He chuckled in response and Samantha couldn't decide if she found his laugh adorable or revolting.

"Well I felt dead until I met you," he teased and gazed deeply into her eyes, his lips curved into an amused smile as her eyes widened at his statement.

Her heart beat furiously but then she realized it was just a cheesy joke.

"God, that was bad," she laughed and hit him with a pillow. "You need to brush up on your pick-up lines."

"Okay, what about 'Did it hurt?"

"Falling from heaven, yea heard that one before. Is that all you got,"she challenged him. She was finally enjoying herself now that her mind wasn't all over the place.

"Is your father a terrorist--?"

"Because you're the bomb," she finished for him faking a yawn.

He laughed as he tried again. "Do you have a map?"

"Because I'm lost in your eyes? That's one of the worst I've heard, not surprised you knew it," she joked.

"Fine what about 'would you like a glass of wine?" he asked. He then jumped out of bed and took out a bottle of wine out from no where.

Surprised and slightly impressed by his spontaneity Samantha nodded her head excitedly. She couldn't remember the last time she drank and God knows she needed it.

After a few glasses of wine she felt her whole body relax and her senses began to dwindle ever so slightly. The rope that tied them together was longer today so she could lounge on the bed while he worked on his speakers. She rested her head on a pillow while she watched Jerry fidget with his sound system.He was wearing a wife beater today and a pair of navy shorts that stopped right above his knees.

His long arms though slender looked muscular and through the thin material she could make out a well defined stomach maybe even some abs. As he reached up to adjust something his wife beater slid up exposing a six pack and a well defined V that dipped into his shorts. Samantha gulped as her eyes trailed the delicate lines that formed his stomach and waist. She'd always thought he was skinny but he was actually quite fit. Her stomach churned with desire and she immediately felt guilty and looked away.

The surround sound system was impressive, speakers spanned all corners of the room and when the music finally played Samantha jumped slightly not expecting it to be so loud. She didn't know the song but the melody was somewhat soothing so she let her head dip back into the pillow and gazed at the ceiling.

"Your love is a verb here in my room, here in my room." She heard him singing and yelped in shock when she was abruptly pulled away from the bed.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed, her eyebrows knitted in a frown.

"I never would've taken you as a lazy drunk," he said, his cheeks were red and he looked frustratingly adorable. "Let's dance."

"Your crazy," Samantha laughed but allowed him to place his hand on her waist and another hand in hers to guide her as they danced like goons in his bedroom. "It's so loud aren't you afraid of your neighbours hearing anything?"

"It's just music, there's nothing suspicious about that."

"Of course, silly me. What song is this anyway? It's nice in a weed head sort of way," she teased as he twirled her around even though the move didn't match the slow rhythm at all.

"It's called 'Here In My Room' by Incubus," he replied. "And I'm definitely not a 'weed head'. I love this song and it seems kind of fitting don't you think? I mean here you are in my room." He continued by singing the lyrics and winked at her.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Everything's always planned with you, isn't it?"

"I swear I did not plan this. This song just happened to be first on my playlist, I promise- cross my heart, hope to die, erm something like that," he replied confused with what he was saying. He pulled her towards his Ipod and showed her screen. "See."

And there it was right on top of his list of most played songs.

Well for once he wasn't so bloody predictable. Biting her tongue Samantha changed the topic "Fine fine, can you play something we can actually dance too."

"But we were dancing," he fake pouted and she wanted to strangle him for looking so cute making her more confused.

He fiddled with his Ipod and some Calvin Harris song started playing next.

"I love this," Samantha exclaimed happily, she started jumping up and down to the beats while he just watched her in awe. "Join me," she cried and pulled him towards her but while doing so lost her balance and fell into his arms. His very sexy arms which were now snaked around her waist.

"Calm down little Ms. Raver," he said into her hair but she was anything but calm right now, her heart was beating at an unimaginable rhythm she was sure he could feel it against his chest and her body felt like jelly as he held her against him. She felt him inhale deeply and she gently pushed herself away not trusting herself with him.

She went back to the bed and lay down trying to think of something else that would distract her from how attracted she was to him right now. She tried to think of her friends, Ben, her parents but the mental pictures of them somehow turned out blurred.

It seemed like forever that she'd been away from them, now the only clear image in her life was the one before her and he was walking right her way.

"God help me," she thought to herself.

"I've never seen anyone dance so crazily in my life, " he laughed as he plopped himself down beside her. "You know, just when I think I can't love you any more than I do now, you prove me wrong."

Her heart leaped as he turned towards her, his pale grey eyes penetrating into her blue ones. She blushed and looked away. "That's because you don't know my ugly side."

"You don't have an ugly side. You're perfect," he retorted.

"Everyone has an ugly side. Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Enlighten me then."

"Okay, you asked for it. I don't really like to talk about this but what the hell. I was a freshman in high school and my best friend was sick for about a month and I never heard from her. When she came back everyone made fun of her because she had lost a lot of hair. I never defended her, even made fun of her myself. You know wanted to be cool and all that crap. I found out later on that she had been diagnosed with cancer and that while we had all made her life hell she was slowly dying."

She looked at him for any sign of emotion but his face was devoid of any as he urged her to continue.

She felt a tear roll down her face and she quickly brushed it away. "Well after I found out, I felt like the worst person on the planet. I went straight away to meet her obviously but she didn't want to see me. She was bed-ridden at home by that time and I would go to her house everyday and wait outside with flowers. She never let me in but her mum always took in the flowers I brought. Finally after two months of waiting outside for hours everyday she let me see her, when we saw each other we both started crying like crazy."

Samantha smiled thinking about how they reconciled in tears and despite how weak her friend looked she had managed to hug her back fiercely.

"And then?" he probed curiously.

"We spent all the time we could together and then she moved to Switzerland for some alternative treatment I had never heard of. She survived but I never forgave myself for treating her so badly."

"Do the two of you still keep in touch?"

"Once in awhile yea. But we sort of lost touch after she got married and settled down in Switzerland."

He stroked her cheek and then her hair. There was something comforting about him, the way he looked at her lacked the judgement she expected to see. He didn't think she was a bad person even after that story.

"Is that why you wanted to become a doctor?" he asked.

"Yes and no actually. My uncle is a renowned cardiologist, Dr. Richard Greenberg and I've always looked up to him. He was my role model growing up."

"Hey I know the guy, he's one of the leading cardiologists in the country, isn't he? I've seen him in the newspapers."

"Yea he's kind of a big deal in the industry. You know when I told my parents I wanted to become a doctor the first time they laughed," Samantha said bitterly. "But I somehow passed the entrance exams and showed them. They were extremely proud after though."

"You know after I got my driving license I killed a goose on the road," Jerry said as he pulled Samantha against his chest, she lay her head on it savouring his warmth.

'You're kidding me? A goose?" she laughed knowing he was trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm not joking, I don't know where the hell the goose came from but it should not have been on the road that night when I was driving."

Samantha laughed despite feeling bad for the poor unsuspecting now dead goose.

"Your evil," she said turning towards him.

"And your anything but Samantha. You made a mistake but that hardly makes you a bad person. You're still perfect to me, always will be."

She sucked in a breath as she looked from his eyes to his lips. "That's because you are insane, Jerry. I realised that a long time ago."

"Call it what you want, I call it love, " he said then he slid his hands in her hair and pulled her face towards him crashing his lips against hers.

Samantha's brain turned to mush as she responded with equal ferocity. He tasted of wine and she somehow loved it as his tongue brushed roughly against hers. He pulled his shirt over his head with her help and dipped down to kiss her neck. All thoughts of being guilty and confused somehow flew out the window as Samantha arched her back to bring herself closer to him.

She moaned loudly when he bit against her soft sensitive skin, he then pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra swiftly leaving her in nothing but her shorts. Her skin burned as he left a trail of kisses along her collar bone and then he slowly kissed his way to her chest.

He cupped one side while he nibbled and sucked on the other making her squirm in pleasure underneath him. She could feel him hard against her and that in turn made her wet. He went back to claim her lips while he unbuttoned her shorts. She expected him to pull them down and her hand instinctively went down to stop him but his hand dipped inside instead and she gasped as his fingers rubbed against her.

Her whole body exploded in pleasure as he rapidly dipped his finger in and out of her making her writhe under him in pleasure. She pulled him towards her and bit his lip hard making him moan. He then pushed her back down unto the bed and pulled off her pants leaving her in just her panties.

"I don't want to force you if you're not ready," he whispered hoarsely into her ears.

Samantha couldn't think straight enough to say 'no' at that moment, all she knew was she wanted him inside of her. But then a voice nagged inside her head.

"Earth to Samantha, this guy kidnapped you. Keeps you in a tiny crap excuse for a room and claims that he loves you? Are you crazy?"

"Maybe I am," Samantha said to herself as she continued kissing him, she pushed herself against him and encouraged him to move against her.

He growled in response. "Is that a yes?"

When she didn't respond he placed his hands on her panties and started to pull down.

O.o.o so what do you think is going to happen? Will Samantha give in? Which pair do you ship more Samantha and Jerry or Samantha and Ben? Just curious. Anyway if you like what you've read please vote/comment/share. Thank you!! :)