Samson couldn't begin to describe how much he loved the feeling of Angel running his fingers through his hair. It was perfection, like sweet decadence that couldn't be explained. That you just had to be there, feel it yourself. It wasn't that he had Angel on a high pedestal it was the fact that he was risking everything to be with him yet that didn't scare him in the slightest. He continued to want to be with him. Samson didn't look at the negitive, he now had someone who cared for him. He didn't want to sweat the little things in life. Nor did he want to be bothered by something that was a lie, something that was merely an act.<br/><br/>A facade of illusion, that had to be put on. Sammie would hate if the popular crowd found out about him. His safety would be in danger because of him. Yes Angel could handle himself better than he could but it was a risk he wasn't willing to take. Samson perked up slightly when he heard Angel say that he wished his life was that simple, that he was used to playing the game but since he came into it he been thinking if it was really worth it all. Samson gulped as of course he started thinking what he was talking about. Would Angel eventually cave in not wanting him anymore. Tired of faking everything and wanting something he could have in public?<br/><br/>Samson bit his bottom lip out of anxiety as he continued to say that it was being the asshole jock life he was talking about. Asking what he got out of it, what made him happy pretending to be the straight football captain. "My sweet sweet Angel. If you didn't live your life the way you did. Been open and true to yourself someone else would have came into your life and we would have never been together. It is our choices that have brought us together. Fate." Samson said with one of his sweet smiles that would even warm the coldest of hearts. It was so surreal and true that nothing could break it. Nothing could break his spirits. "I want to be with you because I am not looking at those eight hours. Angel, I am looking at this. Us, when its just us. You give me what I have been wanting for what it seems like a life time. I feel it here." He tapped his chest, directly where his heart was.<br/><br/>Samson didn't understand where all of this self doubt was coming from all of the sudden it was a little unnerving. Angel was always so confident of himself and he looked up to him for that strong suite. "Yeah you have always been around, it wasn't until the project though. When I couldn't be in the same room as you without you stealing my breaths away from me. Where I got extremely nervous and fidgety. You effect me a certain way Angel." Samson was trying to fight back tears throughout this. He had held this in him for so long and now he was releasing the flood gates. Honesty was key in situations like this and he intended to use every bit of it. "I know. I haven't ever had a relationship. Just sex. Men using me for my body and then being done with me. Like a rag doll. Never interested in me, just sex."<br/><br/>Samson felt a little concerned when Angel said that he was wanting to move away from here and continue with school. Samson thought he was going to stay here, something he would have to ask about later because crimson began flowing down his face. Samson groaned in frustration as he was told to sit up because he had in fact started to get comfortable. Sammie did as he was told and pinched the bridge of his nose. When Angel said he was going to get a towel he couldn't help but smile. "You take very good care of me. Hope you don't get tired of it seeing this won't be the last time." He said with a chuckle. Samson nodded as he felt the coldness of the wet towel. "I am terrified. It may be a cover for you but I think one of these days a girl may get to you. I know its silly but when I saw you with Missy I wanted to show her that you were mine and I was yours."<br/><br/>Samson sighed as he pulled Angel by the collar of his shirt down to his lips giving him a passionate kiss. After several minutes of making out he said in a husky tone "I will never get sick of you Angel. I couldn't leave you. You are what makes my heart want to beat." Samson made sure his nose had stopped bleeding as he ran his fingers through Angel's hair. "I do want to move with you. Start our lives with one another."