The idea of being a ‘girlfriend’ to a woman like Cassandra in college gave him real pause for thought, not the nightmare he thought it would be but some kind of secret heaven for him. He shook his head a little, unable to meet his own gaze knowing the person who looked back was who he wanted to be, someone he was too afraid to reach out and take a hold of. Atleast as he was. After a moments reflection he sighed softly and stepped from his room, padding barefoot downstairs, heading for the kitchen. He passed Cassandra, who was sat on the couch watching TV, in silence, not acknowledging her as he stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge and poking about cupboards, seeing what was in. After a few minutes he poked his head back through to the living room, meeting Cassandra’s gaze for a few awkward moments before he spoke, “Want something blowjob to eat?” She smiled, “Yeah, sure sweetie. What’re you making?” “I could do Italian? Pasta?” He said, smiling a little too, taking comfort in the routineness of their conversation. “Sounds good. Need a hand?” He shook his head, “It’s okay. I’ve got this. Would you like a drink while I’m up?” he asked as he turned and stepped back into the kitchen. “Eh, yeah, sure, please.” She replied, her gaze on the swell of his ass as he returned into the kitchen before she looked back to the TV, enjoying her show and trying to give Sam a little space, not wanting to risk pushing him away again. After a couple of minutes he returned and offered her a glass, with some surprise she took the glass of red wine, eying it and eying him with a curious smile, “Trying to get me drunk?” He shrugged a little, almost coyly she thought, “It pairs well with what I’m making.” She shrugged too and smiled, “I’m not complaining,” she settled back with her glass of wine and took her sip, typically she preferred whiskey or gin, but she wasn’t against a glass of red wine, though she had expected something soft from him. Humming softly Sam began to prepare and cook, making a homemade sauce to go with penne they had in the cupboard. It was incredibly relaxing for him, able to let his mind drift as his hands worked. He tasted what he was making handjob often, seasoning with a variety of different herbs and ingredients to balance it out perfectly, the scents and aromas floating through the house, drawing Cassandra’s interest as his cooking always did. “Mm, that smells delicious Sammy, what kind of sauce are you making?” She called through, her glass half empty in her hand as she reclined japanese comfortably on the couch, running her hands through her dark hair. “A bolognese,” he called back, “Need a refill?” She eyed her glass for a amateur moment then shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt.” He came through with the bottle that she noted was missing more than one glass’s worth than wine and he proceeded to top up her wine. “You had a glass too?” She asked, eying him curiously. “Might have another.” He smiled a little coy and turned to leave again, going back to his kitchen as she sat, an eyebrow raised in thought, she wasn’t exactly going to stop him from lowering his inhibitions after all. After a little while Cassandra found herself looking towards the kitchen as much as towards homemade the TV, the gentle musical humming of Sam and the scents coming from the kitchen enticing her hunger more than the TV could hold her interest. After a few more minutes and unable to help herself she stood, carrying her glass as she sauntered through towards the source of her mounting interest. She leaned against the doorway with a smile, twirling a lock of her hair between two fingers as she watched him plate up, noting the empty glass of wine next to a now empty bottle. “All ready?” she asked, smiling as she sipped from her glass, stepping forward to look at the delicious looking meal being plated up. “Mmhm, help yourself.” He replied, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes of his. "I thought the wine was to be paired with the food?" She asked with a smirk, tracing a finger down the empty bottle. I snapped them again and pointed at the spot next to my foot. 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