Page 42 of Surviving You, Scotch and Sammy 1

Sammy and I sway slowly on the dance floor as Luc sings Sammy’s song for me, and though I sing it in her ear too, all three of us smile wide as he serenades her on my behalf.

She lays her cheek against my chest and lets out a deep contented sigh as her arms tighten around me.

“Are you having a nice time, Ricci?”

She nods against me lazily. “I’m having an amazing time. I’m getting hungry again though.”

“Why didn’t you eat all of your dinner, silly girl?”

She snickers. “It was garlicky.”

“And?”

“I don’t like garlic.”

“You don’t like garlic? Are you crazy?”

She laughs softly as we spin and sway. “It gives me a stomach ache every time, so I just avoid it.”

“Why do I get the feeling that there’s more to this? Are you secretly a vampire and you can’t expose your true identity?”

“You caught me,” she laughs. “The sun also burns me… in the summer.”

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” My hands slide down her back and around the curve of her ass, and I squeeze harder than I intended, but when her breath catches and her eyes lift to mine, I can’t stop my lips dropping to hers. She’s my other half. My soulmate. We’re in love, and teenagers or forty-year olds, if I have her in my arms, I’m going to kiss her.

Her tongue moves past her lips and dances with mine, and Luc’s lyrics completely fade into the background as her hands move around my neck and her breasts press against my chest. She’s wearing heels tonight, making her taller than normal, so her mouth is so much closer to mine without her having to stretch so tall. Her non-garlicky breath invades my senses, and her long silky hair tickles my hands as I continue to knead her ass. She lets out tiny little moans of pleasure as we continue to sway, and despite my best efforts, my erection grows against her stomach, turning steely hard as she purposely presses closer against me.

“Turner!” My head snaps up instantly as my math teacher slams his hand on my shoulder. His eyes flick between mine and Sammy’s, and he shakes his head sternly. “No. This is a school function, not a rave. Quit it, or you’ll both get detention.”

My head falls and my dick deflates, but Sammy laughs softly, biting her knuckle as she nods. “Yes sir.”

“Don’t let me catch you again.”

“No sir.” Her giggles detract any sincerity she tries to convey, but Mr. Godfrey shakes his head and walks away to stop the next horny students, and Sammy’s fingers come to my jaw. “Hey Sam?”

My head lifts from our feet, and I meet her sassy eyes. “Yes, Ricci?”

“Wanna get out of here?”

“You’re done?”

“I’m done with this place. But I thought maybe you and I could go hang out somewhere else… alone.” She bites her lip nervously, but her eyes never leave mine. I hold her face tighter, and my heart jumps with nerves and my dick twitches against the zip of my pants painfully. “We’re about to graduate…”

I nod softly and my eyes narrow. “Uh-huh.”

“We’re not babies, Sam.”

“No… we’re not.”

She huffs out an adorable breath. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

I step in as close as I can until our bodies touch from thigh to chest. “Yeah, I am. I’m not moving from this spot until I know exactly what you want from me. I’m not fucking us up over miscommunication.”

She lets out a fortifying breath, then her large eyes meet mine again. “I thought maybe we could stay together… Like together, together. All night… I thought, well, I thought I might be ready for us to spend the night together.”

“You think… or you know?”

She frowns. “Why are you making this so damn difficult, Samuel? I wanna have sex with you, okay? I wanna try, and I wanna do it with you, the guy who swears eternal love, but doesn’t seem all that keen right now. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been bullshitting all along, because a lot of other guys would have done it when I first asked where you were staying tonight.”

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