“Hey! That couch is well-loved. Don’t insult it!” I accuse as I place my hands on my hips. Truthfully, it had seen better days, but Liv and I got it for a steal and have no plans to replace it.
He raises his hands in surrender, and I can tell he’s barely holding back his laugh.
“Anyway… I’m going to start the coffee and make breakfast. I don’t want to disappoint his majesty.” I curtsey to emphasize my statement.
“I can think of a few things to ease my disappointment.” His voice is so cool and collected. I’m not sure if he’s joking.
Deciding to play along for a minute I raise an eyebrow in challenge. “Can you now?”
“Oh yes. Ones that I assure you, you would enjoy, too.” I don’t miss his wink. I’m melting into a puddle.
Is this real? He can’t be flirting with me. Can he?
Trying to keep up my calm facade, I respond, “I don’t know. It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.” I shrug, hoping I’m exuding nonchalance. I’m feeling anything but. I love this playful version of him.
Sam’s out of bed in an instant, taking a few short steps towards me to close the gap, shocking me into silence. He leans in close and whispers in my ear. “Just say the word, Kitty Kat, and I’ll prove my confidence is deserved.”
I can’t help but think of that dream. Sam holding me against the door, his lips and hands on me. His cock—my core heats, and I feel the wetness pool.
“I… um—” I shut my mouth because my brain clearly isn’t forming coherent sentences. I look down at my hands to avoid his heated gaze.
“Just a moment ago, your body was wrapped around mine. Now you’re shy?”
My gaze snaps back up to his.Oh my God, I thought he was asleep.
I internally slap my forehead in embarrassment. I feel my cheeks and neck flush. “I didn’t mean to do that, and when I realized, I tried to move before you…” The words come out in a rush. “I thought you were asleep,” I sigh.
He straightens to his full height, forcing me to look up at him. “I was definitely awake and more than comfortable with you lying on top of me.” He searches my face. “But maybe another time.” He shrugs and looks… disappointed as his eyes turn down and he frowns slightly. He takes a large step back from me. “I’ll make coffee and breakfast while you pack.” He stalks out of the room, exuding every bit of confidence, I don’t feel myself.
My legs are jelly, and I have to sit on the floor until my heart is no longer beating out of my chest.
I take my time packing my bag and then take a long shower, trying to talk myself out of accepting Sam's offer. It would be effortless; too easy to allow myself to fully acknowledge the feelings I have for Sam. The feelings that have never left.
I’m not sure where this playful side of Sam came from. The only thing I’m confident about is that he’s going to leave me with a broken heart again. I need to stop this.
I shove my feelings back down and only go into the kitchen when I know my resolve is in check.
***
After breakfast, we walk outside, Sam carrying my bag with my clothes. I start turning toward my car when he grabs my arm, his grip firm but gentle. He shakes his head. “Not so fast. You’re riding with me.”
“How will I get back without my car?” My feet are planted on the sidewalk halfway between my car and the SUV.
“Liv is already in Charleston and promised to get you back here safely.”
Of course, he talked to Liv first.
Sam cuts me off when I start to protest. “It’s decided. You’re riding with me.”
Knowing I won’t win this battle, and not hating the idea of letting him drive, I follow him to his dad’s SUV.
Sam stops at a coffee drive-through and orders us drinks before getting onto the interstate.
We’re both quiet for a while when Sam breaks the silence. “Penny for your thoughts?”
I look at him, contemplating whether I want to tell him everything I’ve been thinking. “Just thinking about things.” I shrug.
“Things.” His gaze shifts to mine. “Care to share what thosethingsare?”
