can I get "first kiss with Stanford!Sam", please? Girl, you are awesome!
Anonymous
Haha. Thanks! You’re not so bad yourself! Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you were after.
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You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.
“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.
“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.
You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.
“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.
You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.
“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.
“Thanks…”
“Sam,” he supplied.
“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.
Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.
“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.
A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”
Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”
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“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.
“Well, what do you want to know.”
“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.
Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”
“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”
“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.
“Oh. What about your mum?”
“She died when I was 6 months old.”
“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”
You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.
After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.
“What was that?” you murmured.
“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.
“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.
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