It was that spooked look Sam got in her eyes that made me immediately regret Belle's plan. My heart ached at the idea of springing yet another unexpected encounter on her after what we'd already been through. So long as Belle stayed silent and didn't get caught, perhaps it wouldn't be an issue. But my anxiety over the situation didn't go away, even after we ended up on my bed behind a locked door.

“What's wrong?" Sam asked, recognizing that my attention wasn't entirely on her. "You look distracted. And you're not super-hard for me."

Sam's hands were in my shorts, her fingers wrapped around my semi-chubby. It was arousing to have a hot blonde sucking my face and stroking my dick, only I was too nervous to really enjoy it. But she didn't know that. Her eyes were big and wary, her expression not so dissimilar from Saturday night when she couldn't quite manage the deep-throat. And I felt like I could actually see her insecurities rising to the surface.

With a sigh, I Let myself collapse flat on my bed and closed my eyes for a moment. Opening them again, I looked straight at the ceiling and announced, "I can't do this."

Sam sat up straight beside me, her panic rising.

“It's me, isn't it?

After last night, I started to think you--"

“No, no, not you, Sam," I interrupted.

“Nothing to do with you."

“Are you reconsidering whether you--"

“I told Belle that we had sex," I stated flatly, turning my head to face her.

Sam blinked a few times, at first looking worried and then relaxing quite considerably. "Oh, is that all?"

I raised both eyebrows and propped myself up on my elbows.

“‘Is that all?' I thought you were terrified of the BTC girls finding out."

Sam's relief was palpable. "I was, but I knew they'd all find out eventually. A second ago, I thought you were gonna say you didn't want to have sex with me anymore. Like... say that I wasn't good enough for you or something. THAT I would have gotten upset about. But... You and

Belle have always been close. It sorta makes sense that you'd tell her.

I was thinking of telling Zofi Like... tomorrow."

“Really?”

Sam nodded. "The thing with Alice this afternoon kinda freaked me out.

When she thought you and I were fucking on the couch because my shirt was covering us and she apologized for doubting me. Made me feel Like a two-faced tramp. I don't think I can live with the guilt much longer.”

I winced.

“Funny you should mention the idea of guilt."

Sam read my face and frowned.

“What did you do?"

“Not did. Doing.“ I sighed and winced again.