The corner of his mouth lifts into a half smile. "You make me feel fucking invincible."
I burst into a fit of giggles. "How the hell do I do that?"
Sam slides under the duvet and leans on his elbow. "Well, we both know you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen-"
I open my mouth to argue, but he presses his index finger to my lips to shush me.
"You tell me things you don't tell anyone else. Ilovethat. You let me touch you, you let me hug you, hold you. Then youkissedme last night. That was fucking awesome, even if you were drunk off your ass. That kiss alone would've made my whole trip. Butnow, you let me make youcome. I gave you your first-"
"Jesus, Sam!" I try to stop him, because though every word he says is true, he ismortifyingme.
"Shh, don't interrupt. Your first orgasm." He licks his lips so subtly I'm sure it was completely subconscious. "No one can take that away from me, you know.And..." He pauses and his smile becomes less smug and more wistful. "You let me take away your bad dreams."
I don't say anything. He did. He took away my nightmares.
But Sam's smile shifts back into a smirk. "And not only that, but if I recall correctly, it wasn't one, but..." he bites his lip and pretends to count before holding up three fingers, counting how many times he got me off. "And counting," he adds with a devilish grin.
I blush bright red, but I can't help but laugh. "Sam, myGod!" I admonish, but his smirk only grows.
"Exactly my point," he teases. "And when you say that when you're about to come, baby girl, Ifeellike a fucking god," he drawls as he plops dramatically down onto his pillow, and I'm caught between a fit of giggles and extreme humiliation.
I throw my forearm over my face, unable to look at him. "I guess you kinda are a god in that respect," I murmur. I'm enjoying his ego right now, happy to please him when he's done so much for me. Sam pulls my arm away and I find him looking down at me with wide eyes. "In what respect?" he asks excitedly, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
I bite my lip, trying on my own smirk. "In bed," I say with a shrug, totally nonchalant.
A growl rumbles from his throat and he bends to kiss me deeply, and I kiss him back eagerly, happy to redeem my reward for playing this game with him. For being truthful instead of drowning in embarrassment.
"You sure know what to say to a guy, Ror. Tell me how big I am again," he demands playfully and I laugh.
We kiss, and laugh, and kiss some more.
I can't believe how comfortable I feel with Sam. I never thought I could feel this way, not with anyone. Not even before Robin.
"Do we really have to go to separate dinners tonight?" I whine, wincing when I realize how clingy I sound.
"Hmm... We can ditch our friends... Stay right here, order room service," Sam suggests, brushing my hair off of my shoulder before cautiously pressing his lips to my collar bone. My skin tingles.How does he know how to find these secret spots?My fingers comb through his hair all on their own accord.
"That sounds real good," I murmur shyly, not quite sure how serious he actually was, but the idea of spending the evening the same way we spent the afternoon is too appealing to simply brush off.
Sam's responding grin tells me he wasn't kidding. "Say the word, Ror, I'll text Tuck right now and make up an excuse."
I bite my lip, considering it. "If we both make up excuses to ditch them, they'll know somethin's up, Sam." I don't bother concealing my disappointment. "They'll think you and me are..." I trail off.They'll think we're what? Hooking up? Something more? Idon't even know what we're doing.
"I got news for you, baby - they already know. I'm pretty sure they knew before we even did," Sam retorts matter of factly.
I groan. I hate the idea of anyone knowing my personal business, especially something as private and intimate as getting physical with Sam. It's not like they'd think we're just making out. The still-vivid memory of nasty names being sprayed onto my driveway comes unbidden to my mind and I cringe.
"Come on, Ror," he says gently, "even if they hadn't already noticed something was up, it's not like we can hide it indefinitely, right? I mean, I can't justnotkiss you now that I know how fucking great your mouth tastes." He leans in and proves his point.
Tuck and Carl are technically just hooking up, and they're as likely to engage in public displays of affection as any real couple, although they're also fairly likely to engage in combative arguments as well. Why should I have to resist the same affections with Sam?
And who am I kidding? Carl already knows something - she has since the beginning. And the fact is, I'm not sure I wouldn't want to tell her myself. I'm so confused, I need someone to talk to, and apart from Sam himself, Carl is the best friend I've got.
I sigh. "Yeah, you're right."
Sam smiles in triumph. "So does this mean you're going to let me kiss you in public, or that you'll ditch our friends to hole up in a hotel room with me tonight?" he asks, wide eyes brimming with promise.
"Hmm... I'm not sure. Maybe both, maybe neither," I tease with a shrug. I'm vaguely aware that last year, being holed up in a hotel room with my boyfriend was my greatest fear, and now...
