“Sam. Go back to your guests. I’m fine.”
“No.” Sam shakes his head. “Mom’s got it under control.”
“I feel like I ruined the party.”
“You didn’t ruin anything. You were right about Jesse. I should have seen it.”
No matter what I say at this point, Sam’s going to attempt to make me feel better, so I’ll just keep it to myself.
Sam heads to my loveseat. “Let’s find something to watch.”
“Sam. No. Go back to the party. When everyone is gone, come back.” This is a good plan. I need a shower and a little time to think.
“You sure?”
“Positive.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek. “Go. I’ll be awake when you get back. I’ve, uh, got a larger television in my bedroom.” I nod at my tiny thirteen-inch screen. “That’s where I’ll be.”
Sam stops moving, swivels to face me, then smiles. “You’ll wait for me in the bedroom?”
“That’s where I watch TV most of the time.” I love lying on my bed while I binge watch my shows. I’ve even got a stash of treats in my nightstand.
“Well, then…” Sam touches my cheek. “Let me kick these assholes out. I’ll be back in no time.”
“Sam.” I want to laugh, but I’m seriously worried I ruined his backyard barbeque. “You said yourself you haven’t had people over in forever. Enjoy your guests. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
“Yeah.” He nods. Turning, he winks. “Donotgo to sleep.”
“I won’t.”
****
I did. Fall asleep, that is. Of course I did. I’m beat from the day’s events. That is until I hear my bedroom door creak. Opening my eyes, I watch as Sam pulls off his tennis shoes and sets them into the corner. He bends and slips off the socks. Next, Sam’s shirt is off and tossed on top of his things in the corner. I hold my breath. Is he going to take his shorts off, too?
Yes. The answer is yes. My breath hitches a little at the sight of his round bottom as the cargo shorts slide down his legs. Once those are discarded with the rest of this things, he lifts the sheet and light summer blanket and slides beneath. I’ve given up pretending I’m not awake for this. “Everyone gone?”
“Yep. Locked up the place.”
“Good.”
I watch as he places his hands behind his head, making his arm muscles bulge. His abs look super good like that, too. I wouldn’t say he’s got a defined eight-pack, but he’s definitely got six bumps.
He looks good.
Delicious, really.
“Um.” Looking about the room, I spot the television remote on my dresser and reach for it. “Do you want to watch something?”
“What about a movie?”
“Sure.”
Pushing myself up until I’m seated. I rest my back against the headboard. Looking over at Sam, I notice his eyes are on my chest. I’m wearing my normal sleeping attire, a tank top and sleep shorts. I’m not sure if I should distract him or hope he chooses this opportunity to touch me. I’d go for some touching right about now. Instead, I press the button on the remote that takes us right to the subscription movie channel. “Name something.”Please, nothing bloody.
“Oh.” He looks up at the television. “A comedy.”
“All right.” I guess we’re not touching. I sigh quietly as I search comedies. “Have you seen the show calledThe IT Crowd?”
“Is it British?”
