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The guy is tall. Not quite Sam’s height, but close. He’s thinner though, with dark hair that hangs down over his eyes. He’s wearing tight jeans and a band t-shirt with a tribal tattoo winding down his arm. Sam briefly thinks, just Dee’s type.
“I thought you said we’d have the place to ourselves?” The stranger says, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
“I thought we would.” Dee says, glaring at her little brother looming in the doorway to the kitchen. “What are you doing here, Sam? I thought you were going to be at that girl’s house tonight?”
Sam ignores her as he steps into the room.
“This your brother?” the guys asks. Dee only nods. “You’re a big boy,” he says, looking up at Sam.
Sam looks down at him.
“Big enough."
Dee grabs the guy's hand and pulls.
“Let’s go to my room.”
Sam shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. He steps back in front of the door, blocking their exit.
“No. It’s my room too. It’s late. I might want to go to bed.”
Dee narrows her eyes at him but even in the face of her anger, Sam holds his ground.
Dee drops the stranger's hand and says, voice cold, “Give me a minute. I need to talk to my brother.”
Impatient, the guy groans, “Come on...is this happening or what?”
Dee snaps, “I said wait.” She reaches for Sam. Fingers digging hard into the flesh of his arm, she drags him into the hallway and out of sight, leaving the strange guy gaping in the kitchen.
“What are you doing, Sam?” she asks, at the same time, Sam says, “Who is that jerk?”
“He’s just some guy who came into the bar.” Dee says.
“You don’t even know him.”
“I brought him here to get to know him.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Do you even know his name?”
“His name’s Nick. Why are you acting like this? I’ve brought guys back before.”
“How would you feel if I brought some random girl back here?
Dee’s mouth opens but before she can say anything, Nick’s voice cuts through the tension. “What’s taking so long?”
Dee snaps, “Hold on!” She lets out a frustrated sigh. Looking back at Sam, she asks desperately, voice pained, “What do you want from me, Sam?”
They stare at each other, eyes locked in a challenge. Dee, daring him to say it, and Sam, daring her to make him.
Dee breaks first. The look in Sam’s eyes makes her heart clench in her chest. Makes her take a step back, knowing if she pushes him further, he'll say the words, and she can't have that.
This...thing...between them. They don't talk about it. They can't. Because talking about it...putting it into words...makes it real.
Leaving Sam in the hall, she heads back to the kitchen. Nick, who’s been leaning impatiently against the counter, straightens and smiles at her.
“I think you better go.”
Nick’s face falls. He frowns hard and grinds out, “What?”
“I said you need to leave. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
The look Nick throws her shoots ice down Dee’s spine. She’s not surprised when on the way to the door, he kicks one of the kitchen chairs across the room and mutters, “Fucking cock tease.”
Once he’s gone, Dee takes a deep breath and turns back to Sam. She doesn’t say anything as she passes him in the hall. Sam follows her to their room but when he gets there the door slams closed in his face.
Yeah, he should probably give her a little space right now, and when he hears what sounds like something heavy and solid smashing against the opposite wall, he thinks maybe it might be safer to sleep on the couch.