Not only did Sam move to the murder capital, known as 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗮. He met a girl he immediately fell for. Not only did he grew to care and love her, he also felt a powerful need to protect 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 at all cost. Even if it meant risk...
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I felt as Sams hand glided from my waist and then down to my thighs, slightly squeezing them. He leans in and kisses the side of my face
"You missed" I smiled.
We then both lean in and smash our lips together.
I couldn't help but push myself into his embrace more. He cupped my face as my tongue glided over his bottom lip.
The only light was coming from the moon which shines right above us. And all we could hear the water and the wind blowing.
Sams hand roamed threw out my body. He slipped his hand under by bra cup and softly kneed at my boob. I couldn't help it, but a soft moan of pleasure except my lips.
His hand slide out and moved to my back, about to unhook my bra strap when I stopped him
"A-are you sure?" I asked. I felt so insecure. Yet I haven't felt this way about anyone. But with sam...it was different
"What wrong?" He asked as he he looked into my eyes
"I don't want your expectations to be to high" I say, just above a whisper. He smiled and attached our lips again before unclamping the bra strap, letting my bra fall of my shoulders.
"Your fricking perfect" he grinned as he looked down at my chest. Redness creeped onto my face.
"Stop it" I smiled as his lips wondered to my neck. As his lips trailed down my neck and colorbone, I looked up into the sky so he could get more access.
I slightly gasped when I felt his lips onto my lower chest.
And as Sam and I were screwing around...shit was going down.
