Eyes widened as he spoke to her in French. It was a little choppy, but the familiarity of the language was enough to send her heart fluttering in her chest, "Vous parlez français!" You speak French! she exclaimed with excitement. "Pourquoi vous a fait pour ne pas me dire?" Why did you not tell me?" she continued on, if she had known he spoke French in the beginning, she would have used French all along. She didn't really know that he was only learning a little bit at a time. It didn't matter to her, the fact that he was using a language she was more comfortable with made feel more at ease with him. Something in her mind was smacking her, telling her to get over it. To stop acting like a childish school girl and start acting normal, however, instincts were saying that this was all right.
Closing the door behind her, fingers fumbled to lock it. Pressing her back against the door, she bit down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him. Allowing her grip on the door knob to loosen, a hand reached up to trace over the collar of his shirt. "Sam, I..." Pulling her hand back, her mind was shouting at her again as she looked away from him for a moment just to get her thoughts together.
Swallowing down her apprehension, she pushed off the door to step closer to him. "You look good," Her lips curled into a tiny smile as her hand lifted to trace her fingers lightly along his jaw line. She might not be understanding what's going on with her, but she knew right at that moment she wanted nothing more than to be touched by him. She wanted to feel his arms around her, and his lips on hers. She was going crazy.