"I thought we would see each other tomorrow," Sam said. She should've dressed more. Standing in the doorway with her pajamas felt slightly eerie.

"Couldn't wait," he said, stepping inside. He hugged her, closing the door with his foot.

"A warning would be nice next time," Sam said, his shoulder muffling her voice.

Ray caressed her face with his palms, ducking so he could reach her lips accurately. His hands seemed shaky, but his lips remained firm and soft. After he kissed Sam, he smiled, still with his lips on hers. His kiss felt gentle and too short. Soon he stepped away, took off his shoes, and stood in front of her. Ray's body still shivered.

"Are you cold?" Sam asked, concerned.

"No. Why?" he babbled.

"Are you on something?" She felt worried. He doesn't look like himself. Sam scanned his appearance.

"Oh, don't worry, love," he said. "I probably maxed out on caffeine today." He paced back and forth, making Sam more nervous.

"How much did you drink?" Sam asked and proceeded to the kitchen, and Ray joined her. "You need water," she stated, filling a glass with water.

"I'm not sure," he said and gulped the water. "We filmed in the early morning, so after waking up, I had a cup," he said in a rush and clung to the glass.

"Slow down, take a breath. It's hard to understand you now," she said, motioning with her hands.

Ray took her advice and spoke in a regular rhythm after taking a big gulp of water. "So, there was one cup in the morning." He bent his index finger. "And one after we filmed the first part," he counted, bending his middle finger. "And another one after I filmed my singing part." Ray's ring finger was also bent. "And two on the way home—so that's five, a lot then, I had a lot of coffee." His eyes widened.

"You should've skipped the last two coffees and got some sleep," Samantha said, raising her eyebrow.

Raymond moved closer and took her hand. "But then I couldn't see you today," he said with a wide smile. He placed the glass on the countertop.

"So, you missed me?" Sam asked with laughter.

"Yeah,"

He leaned in and kissed her. Ray's hands rested on her hips as Sam grabbed his neck, pulling him closer. Ray squatted, placing his hands on the lower part of her thighs, quickly lifting her into the air. Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist. He swiftly turned, seating her on the kitchen countertop, staying between her legs. Sam promptly removed Ray's black shirt and got back to kissing him. He bit her lower lip, gently teasing her and making her more aroused.

His breathing sped up. "Take off your shirt," Ray said, moving away and leaving a slight space between them.

Samantha obeyed his request. He watched her as she took off her shirt, biting his lower lip. He kissed her again as she dropped her shirt on the countertop. Ray's touches felt more lustful. Ray brushed her right breast causing Sam to speed up her breathing. Her lips traveled to the curve of his neck, collarbone, and shoulders. While her hands ran lower, his stomach got firmer as she gripped the waist of his pants.

"We should move to the bed," he whispered to her ear, caressing her earlobe with his lips.

"I thought we are waiting," Sam said, feeling out of breath. He caressed her left breast, and she couldn't contain herself, moaning loudly. "Ray, we are waiting, right?" Her voice felt weak, and she sensed a lack of air in her lungs.

"No, not anymore," he said. "I want you, love."

I can't have sex with him. Until we talk about Tom. "I'm sorry," she said, resting her palms on his chest. "We need to talk first, Ray."

"About?" Ray asked, still kissing her neck.

It felt too difficult to stop touching him and talk. "You told me about your history with girls, I should do the same," she said, still out of breath.

Raymond pressed his forehead to hers and gazed into her eyes. "Your history with girls?" He smiled playfully.

"I'm serious," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Okay—okay, then we probably should get dressed," Raymond agreed and looked around for the clothes.

After dressing, they migrated to the bedroom. The pair settled on the bed. Samantha felt ready to tell Ray everything, she even had a brief speech prepared with all the key facts, but she still felt nervous. It scared her how much she liked him, and the thought of losing Ray, before even knowing him better didn't ease her worries.

Ray rested on his back, his hands tucked behind his head. "Well, tell me then," he said with a smirk.

"Okay." Sam sighed. "So far, I had had three boyfriends. Just like yours, my sexual history is not that rich." Ray furrowed his eyebrows at her words. "Tom was my first boyfriend. He and I dated when I was sixteen, and he was seventeen, we dated for two years."

"So he was your first," he stated, lifting his eyebrow. "Why did you guys break up?"

"I will get to that a bit later if that is okay?" Sam asked, Ray agreed with the nod. "My second relationship was with Brian, we went out a few times, but that didn't lead anywhere, we didn't even have sex." A smile appeared on Ray's face. "The last guy I dated was Jason, and we broke up almost a year ago. We went out for four months."

"Is he the one who cheated on you?" Ray asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yes." Sam inhaled deeply. "But Ray, I cheated on him too." She lifted her eyes at him.

He quickly lifted himself, squatting in front of her. His eyebrows bounced up. "With whom?"

"With Tom," she replied, trying to keep herself calm.

"As in the first boyfriend, Tom?" He stared at her.

"Yes," Sam answered with a nod.

"Wait," Ray said and looked at the ceiling, murmuring something under his nose and bending his fingers. "Didn't you break up two years before Jason?" He peered at her.

"Yes. But considering my mom and Tom's mom are best friends, we are still in each other's lives." His reaction seemed unexpected. She felt ashamed for her actions, but Sam knew she had to tell him everything.

"Wait, are you still in contact with him?" Ray asked. Samantha felt that the serious part of this conversation just started.

"Yes," she said as Ray stared at her with wide eyes. "I'm getting to the hard part of this story, Ray. You asked earlier why Tom and I broke up." She inhaled deeply. "Please don't interrupt this part," she asked as her eyes watered, Ray nodded. "When I was eighteen, I found out I was pregnant. The news came as a surprise but affected us positively," Sam said, observing the surprise on his face.

"My parents were supportive, and Tom was so happy, so was I. I lost the baby halfway through my pregnancy," she continued to talk as Ray took her hand, slightly rubbing it with his thumb. Tears streamed down her face. "Tom was so mad at me, and I was also angry at myself." Her voice broke.

"Is that why you broke up?" Ray asked after a few moments of silence.

"It's a big part of the reason. We mutually decided to break up when I got accepted to university. I went to Los Angeles, and he stayed in New York, and we didn't talk for four months," Sam explained, her voice denoted back to normal.

"Then why—"

"Because I loved him," she said, Ray let go of her hand.

"Do you still love him?" Ray asked in a whisper.

"No, I don't think so." Sam shook her head.

"So why are you telling me this story, Sam?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"He was here," she whispered. "Tom, spend the night here."

Ray jumped off the bed and remained standing, peering at her. "What happened?" His voice trembled.

"You should sit down," she said, patting the bed.

"Did he sleep in this bed?" He pointed to my bed.

"No. Ray, he stayed in the guest room," she said as Ray stared at her. "I'm not lying."

"Why do I have a feeling that this is not the end of the story?" Ray asked and sat back down on the bed.

"Because it's not," Sam said as Ray lifted his eyebrow at her words. "You have to know, Tom and I are over, I don't love him, and I don't want to be with him. He has a different opinion about this. I told him about you. We got into a tremendous fight, but before that, he kissed me. But I didn't kiss him back," she quickly explained, putting her palm on her chest.

"So what, he just kissed you for no reason?" Ray asked, lifting his eyebrows.

"He didn't know that I was involved with someone, and to be honest, he doesn't care about other people's feelings. He came here to bring me back to New York," she explained.

"Bring you back?"

"Yeah, my mom adores Tom very much, and she sent him here, so I would go back home and work for my dad," Sam explained, taking Ray's hand and looking into his eyes. "That won't happen, I don't want that. I want you, Ray." Just when she felt all the tears leave her, her eyes watered again.

Raymond placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling Sam closer. He smacked her lips lightly. Sam felt relieved, but she knew she had to tell him more. She ended their kiss and looked at him.

"There is a bit more," she said, causing Ray's eyes to widen. "This morning, when I was taking a shower, Tom showed up."

"He saw you naked?" he asked, and Sam responded with a nod. "And?" Ray's jaw tensed.

"Well, he was naked too—"

"What the fuck?!" He tried to jump off the bed, but Sam quickly grabbed his hand.

"Calm down, nothing happened. I got dressed and left him," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Nothing happened?" Ray asked, again.

"I swear," she said, placing her palm on her chest. "Tom is very stubborn, and he hates losing. He will get over this. I did. It will take time for him, though."

"Is this the end of the story?" Raymond lifted his eyebrows.

"Yes. You now know all the crucial details about Tom and me," she agreed.

"Can I ask one more question?" Ray asked and Sam nodded to his words. "When was the last time you had sex with him?"

"It was at Christmas," she responded.

"So six months ago—is that why you so—"

"Horny?" Sam finished his sentence, lifting her eyebrow.

"Yes," Ray grinned.

"Perhaps," she said and moved closer to him. "And also, you are very hot." She kissed him.

He placed his hand on her lower back, and Sam climbed on top of him. Slowly they laid down, deepening the kiss. He moved his lips to her neck, flipping them so he could be on the top. Ray leaned on his elbow against the bed, studying her face.

"Can I stay the night?" He kissed her cheek.

"You want to stay?" Sam asked, peering at him.

"Yes. I'm exhausted," he said, nibbling on her bottom lip.

She cupped his face. "After everything, I just told you. You still want to stay?"

"You are not getting rid of me that easily," Ray said and kissed her again.