Fuck my life.
As if he’d heard my inner bitch, Sam stirred. He slid off me and stretched before he seemed to realise where he was.
I sat up on my elbows to watch him blink like a cartoon version of himself. His eyes widened as his gaze fell on me, and a laugh bubbled out of me, surprising both of us. I legit couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed before lunchtime.
Sam scrunched his beautiful face and swatted me with a pillow. “What are you grinning at?”
“You.”
“Why?”
“Cos you’re funny.”
“It’s not my usual vibe.”
“Oh, I know. We live together, remember? I know exactly how unfunny you are.”
Sam moved like a goddamn ninja and replaced the pillow he’d tossed on my chest. He straddled me, arms braced on either side of my head, and dropped his face down low enough that I could’ve picked up where we left off last night if I’d had the balls.And why don’t you? It’s not like you didn’t kiss a thousand times last night.
I had no answer to that. All I knew was that if Sam was going to sit on top of me like this for a prolonged length of time, then we were never leaving this room.
Ever.
Like he’d read my mind, Sam sat back and circled his hips with just enough pressure to let me know I wasn’t imagining it. My body responded like a fucking firework. Heat rushed me, and my dick was an instant stone column.
I groaned and closed my eyes. “If you’re gonna do that, you’d better follow through.”
“With what? Is there something you want?”
I couldn’t look at him. He’d warned me before shit got complicated between us that he had a filthy mouth, but self-preservation had allowed me to forget. And there was no way I was verbalising what I wanted to do with him. Dirty talk or no, I didn’t want to scare him. Or myself. Man, when did sex get so complicated?
When you stopped fucking randos and fell in love with your roommate.
Love.
Jesus.
I opened my eyes. Sam was watching me with a speculative gaze. He was still on top of me, still grinding, slow and sweet, lip caught in his teeth. I slid my hands beneath his T-shirt. His skin was so fucking smooth and warm. I needed to feel him against me.
Smirking, he hooked it over his head and tossed it aside. I reached for him, and—
My phone rang.
“Fuck’s sake.” I fumbled for it and peered at the screen. Freddie’s face grinned back at me, and I cursed the day I’d ever met him, let alone given him my number.
Sam bent down and brushed his lips over my ear. “Answer it.”
“No.”
“Yes. I need coffee anyway.”
There was nothing I needed more than him, but I let him go.Fool.
He hopped out of bed and slipped out of the room, leaving me to miss Freddie’s call and shuffle to my chest of drawers to down my faithful handful of pills. A message from Freddie flashed up on my phone screen.
Freddie:just checking in mate. u good?
Micah:why wouldn’t I be?
