Runin' For a Little Lovin'

Chapter Four:

Moni's POV

I decided to try to fix things. I got up off the toilet and slowly turned the door knob. The door creaked open as I walked into the dark hallway. Picking up the pace, I headed towards the living room. Halfway there, I felt a hard object slam into my chest and I fell forward.

Sam's POV

I stood up, off the couch and headed towards the bathroom to talk to Moni. Halfway there, I felt a body crash into me and I fell backwards. I landed with my back hitting the floor, and a mass falling on top of me. I blinked several times, looking up. Moni's body was pressed against mine, our faces inches from each other.

Moni's POV

After the collision, I looked down, realizing that I had landed on top of Sam. Our faces were mere inches from each other. My cheeks flushed and my stomach burned. I looked at his features, getting lost.

Sam's POV

I felt fire in my stomach as I peered at her face. My face flashed bright red. "I'm so sorry! Er.... I have to go... I didn't mean to, I swear..." Moni tried to pull away. I grabbed onto her wrist, realizing that I wanted her to stay. She looked at me in confusion. I let my temptation take over as I crashed my lips onto hers.

Moni's POV

"I'm so sorry! Er.... I have to go... I didn't mean to, I swear..." I tried to remove myself from the worsening situation. Sam grabbed onto my wrist, prohibiting my escape. I looked at him with confusion laced onto my face. He grabbed both sides of my face and pulled my lips to his. His lips attacked mine. I let out a little squeal of surprise and returned the kiss. The kiss was perfect in every way, leaving me wanting more. It was slow at first, then it grew more aggressive and needy. I could tell that Sam wanted more too, because he grabbed onto my hips and held them tight. Then, I heard the squeak of a bedroom door. I disconnected our lips and scrambled off Sam, to the couch. Sam scrambled to the kitchen. My father stumbled into the living room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey, baby. How are you this morning?" He asked. "I'm fine, Daddy." I feigned a yawn and spoke softly. He noticed that I was on the couch and his face screwed up. "Where's that boy?" He almost growled. Sam stepped out of the kitchen, holding two coffee mugs. "I was just making some coffee, sir. Here. It's still hot." Sam said, handing Red a mug. Red's expression softened and and he grinned a little. "Thank you, boy." He said, taking a sip and walking down the hall to his study. He left and I let out an audible sigh. Sam looked at me and we both laughed.