SAM

Intro A familiar, teasing voice stopped her in her tracks. Emma froze. Sam. Her brother’s best friend. The arrogant jerk who had spent years messing with her, calling her Bambi because she had been timid, naïve, and quiet. She had hated him for it. Slowly, she turned around. Sam stood there—tall, confident, wearing that annoying smirk that always got under her skin. But this time, the smirk faltered slightly as his gaze swept over her. — "You look... different." — "Shocking, isn’t it?" Emma replied with a small, amused smile, crossing her arms. Sam studied her for a second, then that signature grin of his returned—the one that made girls lose their minds. — "Relax, Bambi. Even if you’re trying to play the bad girl now, I can still see that little scared deer in your eyes." Emma let out a dry laugh. — "Maybe you should take another look." He stepped closer, his head tilting slightly as his voice dropped lower. — "Oh, I will. The question is… are you ready for that?"