Sam sat quietly watching Adam, she was really enjoying spending this time with him. She wondered how he felt, she was pretty sure that she was reading him correctly, that he enjoyed her company as much as she did his. Even the silence was comfortable, it wasn't like she had experienced so many times before, where every time there was a lull in conversation, someone felt the need to fill it. She was glad that her nervousness was subsiding somewhat, her tendency to blush at the slightest thing was more of an embarrassment than anything else. She smiled as he told her that he was glad he invited her, "I'm glad you did too." In almost a whisper she adds, "I've enjoyed our conversation, and getting to know you."<br/><br/>She looks at him, meeting his gaze with her own. Once again she found herself wondering what he thought about when he looked at her like that. She watched as he snapped himself out of his reverie and smiled at him as he took a drink from his beer. She grinned as he seemed to be a bit nervous. He got up and walked out of the room suddenly, and she couldn't help but watch him as long as she could. She liked the way he moved, the way he carried himself, hell, she liked all of him, she thought to herself as she watched him go into the other room.<br/><br/>He came back out almost immediately and she found herself blushing as she met his gaze once again, her eyes pretty much glued to the spot he had disappeared from only moments ago. She looked down his body, thankful that he had the guitar so that she could pretend that was what drew her eyes from his face and down his body. He sat the guitar down and took his seat back up on the couch next to her. She looked at the space between them and wondered to herself why it was there, and what she could do to make it smaller. She moved her legs as she sat sideways facing him, her knee brushing his outer thigh as she sat with her legs folded and her feet off of the couch, her side resting against the back of the sofa.<br/><br/>He brought her attention back to the guitar and she smiled, "Well isn't that one lucky guitar." She hadn't meant to say it out loud and she looked away then noticed her own beer, she picked it up and took a drink, and then another, hoping that he hadn't heard what she had said, but knowing that he had. She sat her beer back down and looked at him, "Books and my ipod are what keep me company on lonely nights."