SEXUAL TENSION
I wrote this scene, but I don't have a place to put it in my story. Yet. Plus, I think it might be one of those things "just" I get. But I had to share, because I'm a sharing girl.

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Lane stood in Sam’s doorway, “I ...Uh. How’s your shoulder? Feel ok?”

Sam rubbed the injury gingerly, testing the stitches, “Yeah, I mean, it’s itchy. But no infection or anything.” She started to scratch her shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s typical of the healing process. Try not to, though, because you might pull your stitches out.”

“All right.”

“I mean, I know sometimes you shouldn’t scratch an itch but you do it anyways.”

”I don’t. I say I’m not going to scratch an itch. I don’t scratch that itch.”

“Not everyone is perfect, you know. Sometimes people scratch itches.”

”I’m not one of them.”

“Well, if you really wanted to scratch an itch, it would be perfectly understandable and probably a relief.”

“Right. I’m closing my door now.” Sam did just that.

“Why are you so mad?” Lane yelled through the door, “I’m just giving you sound medical advice! ”

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Yeah. I'm weird.