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She looked up at him and laughed. "I love this rug. It's so soft. I couldn't help myself."
"Here are the socks." Sam held them out to her.
"Thank you." She took the socks from Sam and tried not to jump when their fingers brushed. "Where did you get these?" she asked, running her fingers along the thick grey wool of the socks.
"Those are mine. Don't worry, freshly laundered and all spic and span for you to use."
She laughed. "Thanks for the consideration. I appreciate it. "Lily walked over to the couch and slipped the socks on. They were thick, soft, and warm, just the thing she needed to keep her toes warm. Lily kicked her feet out and laughed at seeing how high the socks went, nearly to her knees, and she looked up at Sam.
"They're a little long, but I like it," she told him and held out her leg, pointing her toes. "What do you think?"
"You look adorable."
"Really?" Lily flexed her toes and held up her other foot to get a better look at her socked feet.
"Oh, easily." Sam entered the room and pointed at her. "You hungry?"
"Oh, right." Lily's hand went to her stomach. With the change in her performance time, she hadn't thought much about dinner. She hadn't eaten anything since the sandwich Darla had made her eat earlier.
"I haven't eaten," she said, frowning and looking out the window. "I don't think I can get delivery out here, do you?"
Sam gave her a confused look. "Delivery? You want delivery?"
"Well, it's the best option, isn't it? I don't want to put you out."
"Making you dinner isn't putting me out," Sam told her, but Lily shook her head.
"I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm fine, really," she insisted.
"Well, you're not asking me. I'm offering. And if you are worried about putting me out, just remember that I have to eat too, okay? Just think of it as me making dinner while I have you over. It would be rude for me not to share."
She pursed her lips, but her growling stomach had her reconsidering her refusal of dinner. "And it would be impolite of me to refuse dinner from a friend."
"I like the sound of that, Lily Bell. Friends eat together. Now come on; I'll get something warmed up in the kitchen. Sound good?"
She nodded, bounding up from the couch. "It does. Lead the way." There was an excitement in herself that she hadn't felt for some time.
"You like pasta?" he asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Love it. Any carb is a friend of mine," Lily said, following behind him.
"Then hop up on that seat there and get ready to have your world rocked." Sam pointed over the marble countertop that ran the length of the kitchen's far side. She padded over to it and gave him a curious look.
"What are you making?"
"Bolognese. I made the sauce yesterday, so it'll just be a bit for the pasta. Easy-peasy, so don't fret on me cooking or putting me out."
"That does make me feel better," Lily confessed, leaning on her elbows to watch Sam work.
He was boiling water for the pasta when he looked over at her and asked, "Why do you get uncomfortable with someone doing something for you?"
She ducked her head and shrugged. "Habit, I guess, and it's been so long since someone did."
"That surprises me."
"Why?"
"Figured a Little like you would have been snapped up by now," he said, and her eyes snapped up to him.
