When they finally got back home they reluctantly let go of each
others hands and of the moment. Each girl went to her own room and
not a word was spoken. Thirty minutes later Sam took a break from
staring at her laptop screen in amazement to get ready for bed. She
had no idea what had happened, but obviously it had something to do
with Brooke. She was still debating while brushing her teeth when
the subject of her thoughts appeared. Brooke slipped into the
bathroom and offered Sam a shy smile. She reached across to grab her
toothbrush brushing the brunette’s arm in the process. When she
felt
the warmth under the sensitive skin of her arm she froze and let it
settle into Sam’s skin.

She heard Sam stop brushing her teeth and in a few seconds felt a
searching hand on her arm. She was mildly afraid that Sam was going
to fling her arm away, but instead of flinging it Sam simply ran her
hand over the fine blonde hairs. Back and forth, experiencing the
feel of skin on skin again. She thought they probably looked kind of
funny standing there like that so she gently pulled her arm away
grazing Sam’s hand on the way just to let her know that she
hadn’t
wanted to end their exchange. They brushed their teeth in silence.
Sam finished first and had no idea if she should say anything. She
opted for the safe route and simply left the bathroom grazing her
eyes over Brooke’s profile.

Brooke turned and watched Sam leave, her toothbrush hanging out of
her mouth at an odd angle. When saliva mixed with tooth paste
splattered onto her arm she quickly recovered and wiped it off.
Great, she was drooling over Sam. She still hadn’t reached the
conclusion that this was anything other than a friend or sister
thing. Did sister’s drool over one another? She shook her head
and
vigorously went back to her before bed hygiene routine.

Sam’s bed felt cold. She was alone again. Suddenly the safety
that
her room afforded felt like a prison. She grudgingly allowed herself
to think about the feelings she had let flow through her that night.
Her usually descriptive mind failed her. She tried to compare it to
any experiences she had, had with other friends. She hadn’t ever
really touched Carmen or Lily all that much other than for the
occasional friendly hug. She had kissed Harrison on the cheek, but
that was purely in a brother way.