Free Guided Love (Prick #1) by Tracie Redmond

them up, and clean up the plates. I walk over to the movies and debate over what I should put on: action or horror? With the horror she may get scared and sit closer to me . . . horror it is. By the time I get everything ready, I see her coming down the hallway. Holy Damn!
    “What?” I shake my head back and forth and look at her.
    “What? I didn’t say anything?” She starts to laugh at me as she heads towards me and the couch.
    “Yes, you did. You said, ‘Holy . . . Damn’”
    “I did?” still standing there speechless because she looks sexy as fuck.
    Laughing, she confirms that, yes, I must have said that out loud. “It’s just, you look good that's all.” Again, she starts to turn red and shake her head no. “You do, you can’t deny that.” She looks at me as if I just grew another head.
    “Axel, I am wearing flannel pajamas with ducks on them, I look far from good.”
    I grab the remote and sit next to her on the couch. “If only you could see yourself the way others do, Samantha.”
    I hit play and she starts to clap when she sees that I put in Annabelle.
    “I love scary movies! Good choice, Axel.”
    She leaps off the couch and turns out the lights; it’s better this way, maybe she won’t see how she affects me. Seriously, I feel like I’m back in fucking junior high. With her back to me, I quickly adjust myself and Samantha takes the seat next to me. Half way through, Samantha actually places her head on my shoulder she too must be getting tired. I take my arm and put it around her, bringing her closer. My eyes are heavy and I close them thinking that having her against me, it just feel right.
    “What the fuck!” I feel a slap to my head and I open my eyes to find Camaron glaring down at me.
    “What the fuck, Camaron, don’t touch me” I look around and I am lying on his couch and Samantha is on top of me with her head on my chest, she is sound asleep.”
    “Dude, what the fuck are you doing here? And why the fuck is Sam on top of you?” Camaron is pissed and staring at me, waiting for my answer. I really think that if Samantha wasn't on top of me right now he would be trying to kick my ass.
    “Dude, chill, I came by and wanted to see if you wanted to head to Kester’s for a beer but you were out with the guys, which we both know is a lie.” He shushes me and shakes his head no. “Dude, nothing happened, I helped Samantha paint your kitchen and we watched a movie, I guess we both fell asleep.”
    “How the hell did she end up on top of you?” I can't help but smile, which just pisses him off more.
    I try and wake her but she isn’t budging so Camaron comes over, picks her up, and takes her to bed. As I’m getting my shoes, he heads back out and nods at me. “Thanks for keeping her company. I owe you one.”
    “No problem at all man, she’s a blast to hang with. Where were you?” Camaron is grabbing a beer from the fridge and throws one my way.
    “I met someone.”
    “Okay, so why the secrets?” He looks past me towards the hallway and looks back at me.
    “I just don’t know how Sam is going to take it. I mean there is nothing between us and there never has been, but I still think that it will break her somehow, ya know?” I do know and I think he may be right. When Samantha looks at Camaron, I don’t think all she sees is friendship.
    “Well, how long have you been seeing this chick?” I’m starting to feel bad because I look at Camaron and he’s pale. He truly looks broken up about this.
    “About three months. She came into the shop to get pierced and she asked for my number. Man, she is wild! She’s beautiful and damn, if she doesn't give the best head I have ever experienced.”
    “So, how the hell have you been seeing this chic for the past three months and Samantha’s never known about it?” Camaron opens up the door and we stand in the hallway; damn, he really doesn’t want to have Samantha overhear. “Veronica, well Roni, actually, I see her on Mondays