Part Three
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...but it all worked out in the end.
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Monica couldn't help but grin as she watched Sam scurry around the apartment. They had just finished decorating for Christmas (which was in two days), and now he was preparing for the return of his closest friend. Victor.
"Monica?" He peeked outside of his room at her, "I have a question."
Monica, who was sitting on the couch wrapping gifts looked up at him, "Yea?"
"Do you...mind...sharing your room with me while Vic is here? I'd hate to make him sleep on the couch." A blush crept onto Sam's face and Monica's grin only grew wider.
Ever since the night he'd kissed her, things had certainly changed in their apartment. They spent their days in constant contact with each other, and spent their nights on the together on the couch. She looked forward to his good-morning kisses as much as he looked forward to her good night ones. It was strange, dating her roommate, but she certainly didn't mind.
As Sam waited on her answer, he thought back to when he first realized he was smitten with her. Perhaps it had been her sister's wedding, or the day he watched her hold her newborn niece in her arms. Somewhere along the way, he stopped seeing her as just a roommate and she became Monica. Talented, funny, intelligent, and beautiful Monica. It had taken him three months to finally realize what was right in front of him. He was just glad that it hadn't taken him longer than that.
The two now stood at a standstill as Monica debated her answer. Finally, as she finished wrapping the present she had been steadily working, she spoke.
"I guess so, but you have to promise me one thing." She told him and Sam's ears perked, waiting on the stipulation.
"And that is?" He walked over to her and sat down beside her, leaning in close so as to not miss one word she might say.
She broke into a grin, "I love to cuddle and all, but Sam, you're ridiculous. Tone it down a bit, alright?"
Sam's grin matched hers as a light blush crept unto his cheeks. Monica noticed this and started giggling, despite herself. Feeling his ego bruised a little, Sam decided to level the playing field. Leaning in more, he captured her lips in hers.
Bringing his hand up, he gently caressed her cheek as he deepened the kiss. After a few more tantalizing moments, they pulled apart.
"I'll start moving my stuff into your room, later." He chirped as he hopped to his feet and confidently walked away.
Wide-eyed and dazed, Monica realized that he had use his greatest weapon against her. She loved his wit, charm, and dazzling eyes. But what often left her in a puddle of affection were his kisses. And he knew that, because those moments in which his lips would capture hers did something nothing else could do.
They left her speechless.
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Sam took in a deep breath as he waited as patiently as he could on the couch. In other words, he was about to jump to his feet and call a search party for his long-awaited guest. Monica sat beside him, her hand in his.
"He'll be here, Sam." She cooed, "He said he was on his way."
"I know, it's just...it's been so long." His hand gripped hers tightly, "I've missed him."
"And, I'm sure he's missed you," An idea went off in Monica's head and she stood up, "How about I make some of my spicy hot chocolate?"
Sam didn't have to tell her twice as he watched her get up and head to the kitchen. Soon the aroma of chocolate and spices emanated from the kitchen. His mouth-watering, Sam joined Monica, hoping to get a sample taste. A request she vehemently denied.
He was about to resort to begging on his knees when the door rang. He and Monica froze, both knowing who it was.
"He's here, just like he said," Monica smiled, "Why don't you go open the door. I'll finish up here."
Sam nodded and headed towards the door, but stopped for a moment and looked back.
"You can't tell him I told you this, but part of me is glad he moved out. If he hadn't, well I wouldn't have you." He walked over to the door and soon the apartment was filled with laughter as the two friends reunited after three long months.
Sam's eyes met Victor's as they walked into the living room to catch up, and though he never would know, he silently thanked him.
He thanked him for the girl who could make a mean cup of hot chocolate.
The End