Samson was on cloud nine and he couldn't get out of the clouds, perhaps this had to do with the adrenaline high he was crashing from but no, that couldn't be it. Sammie knew that Angel was a good person deep down, now had just proved it. But he was an ass to keep up his image. The popular jock who took crap from no one. Samson blushed and was taken by the question, he couldn't seem to put it in words but knew he had to at least attempt. "Because Angel. You picked me, you could have ditched me when you saw me coming out of that bathroom stall. You gave me a chance and look where that got us. We have that connection that most couples are lucky to get. And this was just our first time doing this. Imagine if we give it an actual shot, we could feel like that, every kiss, every hug. Every embrace."<br/><br/>Sammie had been dreaming of finding that one guy his entire time of being out to himself, knowing that he wanted to be with a guy. "I am sure it not just about sex Angel. I want to be yours. In and out of the bedroom. I want you to look at me in the hallways and I know you won't do anything but I want you to say that is what I get to come home too, or how much I make you want to smile. Simple stuff like that. Just to know that I make you feel something like you do me." Samson took a breath as he felt like he was rambling but knew he was making a point. "Angel, you give me what I have been dreaming for, for years now. You were always right there in front of me and now I have felt it. I don't want to lose it. Please just tell me what I need to do." Samson felt Angel forcing into the kiss and couldn't help but swoon. This was it, perfection with a gift bow on the top. "Angel I am getting you, this connection. I am trading my I for an us. This is bliss. Sweet.. Sweet.. Bliss."<br/><br/>Kissing his neck at each pause. Samson let out a cute giggle when he felt his forehead kissed. "I hope you know what you're getting. I would say into but you have already been there." Sammie stuck out his tongue as he jumped at the swift swat. Samson ran his hand down Angel's side until he found his hand and wrapped his fingers around his, pulling him off the bed. He led them in the direction of the shower and quickly turned it on. His naked gloryness stood under the direct line of the pouring water. Sammie pressed his back against the wall, staring directly into his new lover's eyes. "Kiss me. Just kiss me." He breathed out in a whine as he felt the space between them diminishing and found his lips against Angel's soft, decadent lips. Samson was pure aggression in this kiss, his tongue madly searching and longing for Angel's.