"Yeah, jus' like that," he grinned, only shrugging when she told him he was easy. "I know. I'm just... I figure aint no use in playin' games er anything like that," he kept his eyes trained on the tv but his thumb began making little circles around her elbow.
"Aint your fault he's not cool enough to wait," he said shortly. "I mean... you're a cool chick Tate and if bein' with someone like that means no sex then... yeah... I think it'd be worth it," he said quietly. "Ya gotta do what's right for you. I'm glad ya stuck to your guns."
When she mentioned dirty texts Sam had to fight laughing, holding it in as best as he could until she mentioned that he sent them when he was baked. He laughed loudly and shook his head. "Well that's just classy as fuck," he grinned. "How can you resist sexting Tat? You must have nerves of steel," he teased.