25.

The more time we spent together, the more comfortable we got, naturally. But I feel as if he made me feel comfortable from the beginning, and it was my own guilt that made me feel otherwise.

His presence wasn't what bothered me - it was the fact that we were lying to Sam, that I was lying to Sam, and getting away with it.

"How do you know I wasn't here for the weekend?" I dare ask, knowing that I might not like the answer he would give, but also knowing that I had to find out.

"Again with the questions. Does it really matter?"

"Well, I would like to know if I had a stalker on my heels," I giggle, and he widens his smile, before letting out a little chuckle himself.

"I don't stalk. I'm just very attentive."

"Is that so?" I tease him slightly, and go to pick up my bag, but he stops me, and lifts it up himself.

"I don't need you to carry it for me, you know. I'm not as weak as I might seem."