EWEW - LWTBB 30: Sink By Night, Emerge By Dawn

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{ Chapter 30 } : Sink by night, emerge by dawn


The door to the front entrance creaked open at the same time as my feet descended the staircase.

I paused at the last step. Sam dropped a duffel bag containing his football gear and took a deep breath, leaning his frame languidly against the closed door as he took off his shoes.

The creases in his forehead slowly inched away as his green eyes rose to meet mine - his exhausted but lighting up with a hint of playfulness upon seeing me, mine a little bit more shy and timid.

"Hey." I smiled, descending the last steps.

"Hey, baby," he mirrored right back, then caught himself, doing a quick scan with his eyes to make sure my mom or Michael weren't in earshot.

Over the last two days, I contemplated telling my mom about me and Sam, but I didn't know if that thought would put her at ease. Mom's wasn't opposed to me dating, but after the whole fiasco with Joey, she was wary of who I brought home. This time the guy I would be "bringing" home already resided in our home and I didn't know how she'd react. Would she think it was inappropriate because he was living under our roof? Or would she be okay with it since she thought so highly of him?

I watched with mixed emotions as Sam produced a crumpled brown envelope from his back jeans pocket and deposited it lightly on the entrance table. It was this week's rent – I knew it. Mom explained mildly that he was insistent on paying the rent even though she told him it wasn't necessary. I didn't like it either. But our family could use the extra hand. Two weeks ago, Mom refused his money and he went out and brought an entire month's worth of grocery. Our cabinets were overflowing and I'd never felt more grateful or indebted to him.

Between her finishing paying off the last of the mortgage and me getting back my old job and hence having less time for Michael, it would be a plaguing thought that I don't think she'd appreciate.

"You hungry?" I stepped closer to him and he curved an arm around my waist, veering me in. "How was practice?"

"The usual drills. The usual drama. Coach lost his cool on a couple of guys, including Joshua. Sometimes I just want to quit and get it over with."

Samuel told me last night he only played football for two reasons. First, because his mom had always wanted him too. Second, because he realized he was spectacularly bestowed in said sport, the cocky ass. He had no plans of pursuing it in college, unlike his fighting...

"You want dinner?" I asked to change the subject. "My mom's not home so there's not much on the menu. I'm lazy so I'm just going to fix you and Michael some grilled-cheeses and spicy potato wedges."

"Depends. Are you on the menu?" he grinned cheekily.

I combed my fingers through his sweaty hair, dragging it away from his skull, laughing at his not-so subdued request. The smile lit his eyes at the tender gesture and it was a damn beautiful sight, seeing his pearly white teeth and that dimple flash. "You need to get your mind out of the gutter, baby. Maybe even fix yourself a shower. You stink so bad."

"Yeah, sorry about that." He moved me away from him, chuckling. "I'm going to go shower now. Maybe I'll even think about you when I'm in there."

My jaw slackened. "Sam," I said warningly.

"Mmm. That's right. Maybe I'll even use one of your sweet-scented shampoos." He was full out guffawing now as I advanced towards him. I whacked him teasingly on the leg with his spare shoe and he continued laughing loudly as I pressed on with my assault.

"Behave!" I said, allowing my composure to break and laughing along with him. "My brother will hear you-"

That didn't stop him. He grabbed a hold of me and walked us backwards towards the staircase. At this point he'd convince me to shower with him and I could swear right now we'd be doing anything but showering.

"Maybe I'll even use it to txuch myself, you know, when I'm hxrd in the shower, thinking about you, stroking my dic-"

"Hi, Sam." Michael's tiny frame popped out of thin air.

I choked on air and Sam's wheezed as his laughter died in his throat. One hand gripping the banister to steady himself as I pushed him, the other one cradling my ass, we were surely a picture worth a thousand words.

Sam and I had frozen over.

"Are you sure you're not Anna's boyfriend?" Michael asked skeptically with childlike-innocence. The hand on my ass dropped like it caught fire. "I caught you kissing her cheek last night when you guys were eating milk and cookies without me after my bedtime."

"Hey, Mikey," Sam started, without knowing how to rectify this situation. "You're sister and I-"

"I'm telling Momma on you both." Michael folded his arms over his tiny chest as if he was the ring leader, holding the commandeering whip.

"NO." Our yells rang out in unison, startling Michael.

He was shaking his head back in forth as his little body trembled with rage. "Promise you guys won't eat milk and cookies without me ever again!"

Wide-eyed, we just stared at him. "Uh..."

"Or I'm telling Momma!" he boomed shakily, jabbing a small accusing fist in our direction. "I mean it! I want milk and cookies too next time!"

Sam and I shared a look. I tried not to laugh. He just looked horrified.

"Okay, little guy. You win," Sam hushed carefully. We just got bested by my seven-year-old brother. "Milk and cookies only with you from now on. We're sorry."

Michael huffed and put his nose high in the air. "Anna, I want milk and cookies for dinner."

Look at him, giving me commands and all. "Nice try, Mikey. But no. You can't have dessert for dinner."

"Anna," he said devilishly. "Do you want Momma to know I caught you and Sam sharing cooties..."

My mouth was now hanging open and grazing the floorboards. I was praying that Michael hadn't caught the part where Sam and I were making out on the couch. "Oh, my God. Are you blackmailing me?"

He canted his head and the childlike-innocence returned to his face. "I don't know what that means, but I think I'm getting milk and cookies for dinner."

Michael skipped into the living room, leaving Sam and I to recapitulated the last two minutes' events.

"He's actually fvcking smart." Sam whistled. "I have no doubt now that he's your brother."

I flipped him the bird, still not believing what happened. "Go shower already."

He slapped my a$s heartily as he walked backwards up the stairs. He winked at my glare. "You going to make me a sandwich now, babe? I'm damn hungry."

"Make your own damn sandwich!"

I ended up making him a full course meal because I felt bad for him after his tiring day. Milk and cookies for Michael, of course.

* * *

"How does dessert sound to you?"

The clean dish in my hand almost shattered in the sink. Sam startled me. I rinsed it out. He wordlessly handed me a paper towel after I wrung out my hands. "I'm not sure I'm following. What kind of dessert are you talking about?"

Sam clucked his tongue mockingly and gazed at me with amusement-filled eyes. "Now who's the one with their head in the gutter?"

My eyes bulged out of their sockets and I blushed. "No, I didn't mean it like that..."

"Relax, Anna," he joked. "I want to take you out. Right now. You owe me a date, remember?"

"Right now?" I echoed, glancing down the corridor. Mom had helped me tidy the kitchen and now she was probably in bed, reading her Kindle. Michael, I imagined, was asleep. "It's not safe right now."

"Thirty minutes from now." He pushed a strand of my hair out of my face and tucked it safely behind my ear. "Meet me outside. We're taking my bike."

"I-It's still risky, Sam." My breath wouldn't ever cease to hitch at his proximity. He skimmed my cheek with his lips. "We can get caught."

"That's the fun of it. We'll try not to get caught." He squeezed my waist in a possessive display. "See you out there, baby."

I watched as he walked out of the kitchen backwards, his darkened eyes trained on me.

* * *

Mom and Michael had fallen asleep.

It didn't take me long to get ready. I threw on some high-waisted denim shorts and a thigh-high faux-diamond garter chain that peaked out beneath the hem of my frayed bottoms. I added my thigh-high boots and, when Sam had snuck out five minutes ago, went into his room and threw on his clean over-sized jersey to complete the look.

I didn't grab a coat – the breeze was oddly warm tonight as we entered October.

One quick glance at my watch told me I was two minutes ahead of schedule. I descended the stairs as quietly as possible, closing the hallway lights on my way. I disarmed the alarmed and stepped outside. Samuel was already waiting for me.

There was a passive look on his face as his head hung, eyes trained on his crossed ankles. He was leaning against his bike with his arms folded over his chest.

The seriousness faded away as his head snapped up, drinking me in. The momentary mischief was replaced by something hot and dangerous as he straightened. "What did I say about your legs?"

I walked closer to him, my heels echoing against the driveway surface. "That they're fantastic."

"Damn right," he said lowly. A humorless laugh escaped his chest. "You in my jersey is the best thing I've ever seen. You wearing anything underneath it, Barbie?"

I smirked and teasingly lifted one corner of his black jersey, flashing him my little denim shorts and my crystal chain.

He groaned under his breath. "Those are not shorts. They barely cover that hot a$s of yours."

I winked as I took the helmet from his outstretched hand. "That's what the jersey is for. It's nice and long and comfortable."

"I'll show you something nice and long," he muttered. "Hard and thick, too."

I smacked his chest, laughing. My cheeks burned. "Take me away before they find out we're gone."

Sam's hand shot out and fisted the hair at the nape of my neck, dragging me closer to his body and planting a quick, toe-curling kiss on my mouth. I wanted more but he pulled away. I made a sound of protest.

His hard gaze drilled into mine. "Let's go."

I watched him throw on his helmet and put on his gloves. He straddled the bike, and then I was behind him.

We flew out of my driveway.

* * *

Marnie's Shack – one of my favorite milk and dessert bars – was packed. It was a Saturday night, but tonight was an exception since Thompson High had won a big game against Westwood High. The restaurant was crawling with lacrosse jocks, TH emblazoned on their green jerseys. Upon entry, Sam muscled his way through a few bodies and found us a booth. I was instantly assailed with the delicious scent of hot Belgium waffles and chocolate.

I glanced over my shoulder at Sam, who'd hustled his tall form to the front, where he placed our order. I thumbed a few replies on my group chat with the girls, telling them that I was finally on a date with none other than S.R.A – our new codename for him. Layla thought it was sweet and exciting. Gabby wanted me to put out on the first date, the horny bxtch.

"Hope you're hungry."

Sam appeared next to me. He placed a tray filled with an array of desserts – a salted caramel milkshake, a red velvet crepe with cream cheese icing and a pink cake.

"Oh, my God. Samuel. You really didn't need too." Guilt pelted rocks at me, especially since he hadn't let me pay.

He handed me a fork and a knife along with a cheeky smile. "I only got us one milkshake. Thought we could share."

"Of course," I laughed.

His emerald eyes twinkled with playfulness and a lock of his low fade fell onto his forehead. I pushed the dirty blond piece aside, skimming my fingers down the slope of his cheek.

"Thank you," I said, for a lot of things.

The brief nod he gave me told me he understood what I meant. I watched him tuck into the pink confection as I sliced off a piece of my crepe. "What's wrong?"

He scrunched his nose before spearing the forkful of cake into his mouth. "My Italian mother would have a fit if she saw this pink looking thing called tiramisu."

"Does it at least taste like it?" It had strawberries and coconut shavings on top...

"Not a chance. I only got it because I miss my mom's cooking."

"That's sweet," I murmured. "Do you talk to her often...Is she coming back soon?"

This was a question I was dreading. I knew Sam's time at our house was limited. It sucked that he missed his mom. A selfish part of me wasn't ready for him to leave yet.

He nodded. "Yeah. We talk every morning. She's wrapping up the last of her things before she returns from Florida."

My mouthful of crepe was suddenly tasteless. I chewed nonetheless and swallowed. "That's...great."

He playfully kicked me under the table. "Anyways, I'm done talking about this. We're supposed to be on a date."

"Best date I've had so far," I teased.

"Have you had a lot of dates?"

"Maybe."

He frowned a little and glanced down at the milkshake. "That bothers me a little..."

I nudged him lightly under the table with my foot. "Have you taken a lot of girls on dates?"

His chin tipped my way stubbornly. "No."

"That doesn't bother me at all." I smiled.

"You think you're funny?"

"I know I'm funny."

He didn't argue. Instead, he stopped eating and stared me deep in the eyes. "I'm really glad I met you, Anna."

My breath hitched. "Yeah?"

He smirked and it was genuine. "Yeah. Really glad you spilled that Pepsi all over me."

"Threw," I corrected. "You know something else that's funny." I cut another slice of the crepe. Sam eyed it carefully so I brought my fork to his lips. He ate it so...sensually...that I was flustered.

"Mhm. What's funny?"

"The way you're looking at me right now."

Sam slanted his head, chuckled, and stabbed his fingers through the top of his fuller hair, resting his elbow along the table. "Yeah."

My teeth latched onto the straw and I took a hearty-pull. "Yeah."

His singular dimple rose, making my heart soar, and he peered at me under those long lashes. "Can't help it. My girl's damn beautiful."

A new wave of heat rose and erupted across my face. I suddenly felt shy. He's perfect with words, regardless of what he thinks. "You're not so bad yourself, Beer Boy."

Arrogance graced his chiseled features. "I know; you can't keep your eyes off me."

I drifted the top of my foot against his denim-clad calf. His body stiffened but his eyes had never been more alive.

To anyone outside, it would have looked like he narrowed his eyes frivolously, but I saw the hot promising threat lurking behind those glazed eyes.

He crooked two fingers, beckoning me closer like he wanted to share a secret. I wanted his secret. Wanted to know what that sinful mouth had to say. I obeyed with a calmness I didn't know I could muster. My heart raced just a tad bit.

His fingers latched onto a piece of my blond wave. "Need you to eat a little faster, baby."

"Why's that?"

Was that breathless sound my voice?

His voice dropped and resonated down to my curled toes. "For one, I love watching you eat. Love seeing your mouth open. Makes me think of all the things I want to do to it. Two, the faster you eat, the faster I take you home."

My mouth went dry and I was struck with a hunger that had nothing to do with the food in front of me. "You want to take me home?"

My eyes raked down his body and I thought of all the things my mouth could do to him. Samuel saw something on my face that triggered his own hunger.

He glanced away and his jaw clenched. "I'm going to take you back to my home...But not for the reason you think. Our dates not over. Told you, I want more than what you gave those guys."

My chest expanded with my next lungful of air and I pondered over Gabby's words. Would I really put out on the first date?

I fvcking ate faster.

* * *

Sam's house was a total fifteen-minute drive from mine and nothing short of lovely. He lived in a nice house located in a friendly-looking neighbourhood. Red bricks mounted the exterior and the driveway he'd parked on was a nice white cobblestone.

"This is home."

I got off and surveyed the outside. Even in the dark, I could see that the long-stretch of lawn was perfectly manicured. The hedges were well trimmed and the lone oak tree in front was groomed and surrounded by a disarray of dying flowers.

"My mom likes to garden," Sam said as he followed my line of vision.

"It's so pleasant," I said truthfully.

"Wait till you see the inside."

It was rare – but I was giddy to see the inside of this house. And not because it was just any house, this was Sam's house. He was giving me little pieces of him, bit by bit. I loved that.

He took my hand in his in a gentlemanly fashion, obviously still treating this like a date, as he walked us up the stone pathway. I tightened my fingers. Sam smiled down at the ground.

Was he not planning to do anything with me tonight? I tried to squander down the bout of disappointment. Think with your head. Not with your vxgina, Anna. You're the one who wanted to take things slow. He's respecting that.

Pulling his keys out, he unlocked the door and turned to me.

Sam captured my mouth in a scorching kiss and we both made a deep hungry sound. While my arms wound around his neck, his arms scooped down and cradled my bottom, lifting me up effortlessly. My legs had no choice but to wrap around his waist as he carried us over the threshold. The door slammed shut.

My back seemed to meet something solid and only then did we break away – when oxygen became a necessity.

He flickered on the light blindly. The darkness faded away and we were in the entrance hallway, with my butt perched on a dainty side table.

Sam helped me take off my shoes until I was left in my over-the-knee, sheer-black socks.

"This all feels familiar," I whispered. "You're obsessed with touching me."

He kicked off his own shoes and grinned at me shamelessly.

There was a vase sitting beside me and Sam reached over and plucked a rose from the bouquet.

He offered it to me. "My mom likes fresh flowers every week. I make it a point to buy them. Even when she's not here."

How sweet. I didn't get a chance to answer. Sam picked me up once again and carried me into what looked like a spacious and well-decorated living room.

"We're going to watch a movie," he stated.

"Okay."

"You want anything to drink?" he murmured against my mouth before sipping at it.

I shook my head and opened my mouth to kiss him deeper. You. I want you.

Sam sat us down on a beige couch.

Suddenly he stopped kissing me, cutting our lip lock short. I felt dishelved. He looked completely unaffected. Sam positioned me so I sat a meter away from him. He smiled politely. "Let's see what's good on Netflix, huh?"

I gaped at him.

* * *

Sam was a sadist.

There's no other reason to explain why I was

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