Sam likely wouldn't have been real thrilled about finding out she prostituted herself for money, but he probably wouldn't have been surprised. If she needed fluids to survive, he wasn't stupid enough to think she stuck to one person at any given time to provide for her. And while he didn't yet feel possessive of her, it was likely that could change in the future if he ended up feeling something for her that went beyond the simplicity of what it was now. He'd offered to teach her how to drive, just so he had an excuse to see her again that didn't revolve around sex. Sam smiled at her, thinking it'd be pretty fucking great if they'd seclude themselves somewhere at any given time. It wasn't like he'd say no.
Once they arrived at his house, he pulled out his house key and unlocked the front door quietly and carefully. He couldn't wait to graduate and move out, then he wouldn't have to sneak around, or worry about privacy. Sam pulled her inside, thankful that his dad hadn't fallen asleep on the couch watching a ball game or something. He cast a glance at the daunting steps. His room was at the very end of the hall upstairs. It felt like a million miles away, but as long as Solana was quiet, it'd be okay. He took her hand again and shut the door behind them before leading her to the stairs, bringing a finger up to his lips to indicate that they needed to be silent.
Solana honestly hoped she would remember where he lived. She examined the house as they approached, dark eyes interested. She was fairly good at breaking and entering -- and climbing, for that matter -- and she thought she might be able to finagle something with his house. If she had to. The vampire nodded and smiled at him when he gestured for her to be silent. She was good at that, too, and her sandals made no noise as she walked with him on her toes. She could smell his parents in the house, sleeping soundly, with their heartbeats nice and slow. Solana wasn't even stressing waking them up as she followed Sam up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Sam's hand around Solana's tightened a bit as they passed his parents room. He didn't hear their television on in there either, nor did he see light from underneath their door, so he was confident they were both fast asleep. Still, he kept Solana moving until they reached his bedroom. As quietly as he could, he turned the somewhat squeaky doorknob and pushed open the door, gently pulling her inside. When the door was closed, he carefully pushed in the lock and only relaxed when he heard it click. His room wasn't anything special. His double bed was rumpled and unmade, there were a few wrinkled articles of clothing on the floor along with some magazines strewn about. There was some clutter on his computer desk, and his PS3 controller was unwound and resting in the middle of the floor in front of his television and game console, but somehow Sam didn't think Solana would care much about the mess. He released her hand to place it against the wall for leverage so he could toe his sneakers off his feet. "If I knew I'd be having you here tonight, I might have cleaned up," he said with a sheepish grin. "Sorry."