Page 49 of Blue Moon Love

Could we go back to the way things were?

I’d never experienced a morning after before, so I was going into this totally blind. One thing was for sure: if it were anyone other than Sam I was about to see, I’d be having a full-fledged panic attack.

Now that I’d actually been intimate with someone, I realized how crazy it was that I had planned on engaging in that activity with a stranger. Well, not a stranger, but someone I’d known for only a short amount of time who I had no real feelings for.

I couldn’t begin to hypothesize about what I’d be feeling now if I’d been successful with my original plan. I was so grateful that it had been Sam. He might not love me the way I loved him, but I knew he cared about me, and I trusted him completely. I wouldn’t have felt that way with anyone else.

When I rounded the corner, my mouth watered, and it had nothing to do with the delicious aromas percolating in the air. It had everything to do with the appetizing sight in front of me. Sam was standing at the stove with his back to me, donning only a pair of dark gray sweats.

His broad shoulders, muscular traps, and chiseled triceps were sculpted like a piece of art. If he had lived in Roman times, he would have been a gladiator, and there would have been statues of him etched in marble.

Winnie trotted over to say good morning to me, which caught Sam’s attention. He glanced over his shoulder. When he saw me, a sexy half-grin tugged at his lips.

“Nice shirt.”

I glanced down. “It was the first thing I saw.”

“It looks good on you.” The look in his eyes was the same as the night before, when I was standing in front of him naked. He looked like he wanted to have me for breakfast.

I felt my body flush from the inside out. I thought I’d known every expression Sam Whitlock had, but I’d never seen bedroom-eyes Sam Whitlock. I wasn’t familiar with this side of him, and holy moly, was this side potent. It made sense now why women found him irresistible, regardless of the fact that he never made them any promises of forever.

They took what he offered, which, if I were being totally honest, I’d judged them for. I didn’t understand why someone would settle for less than everything. But that was before I knew what Sam’s lips felt like kissing me, what his hands felt like touching me, and what his body felt like inside of me.

Even though last night was perfect, I did have one regret. I wished I would have taken my time with him while I had an all-access pass to his body. I’d been so overwhelmed with everything that was happening that I hadn’t capitalized on the opportunity.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Sit down. I’ll make you a plate.”

My knees were weak as I walked to the table and lowered into my chair. As I watched him, shirtless, filling my plate, I recognized the view was different now. I was seeing Sam through an entirely new lens. I’d seen him in this state of undress plenty of times. I’d ogled his chest, back, and arms, but I hadn’t known what they felt like on top of me. How his chest felt rubbing against my nipples as he slid in and out of me. How the muscles in his back rippled when he reached climax.

“Bon appétit,” he said as he sat both of our plates down.

“Thanks, this looks amazing.” I licked my lips.

Sam lowered down in the seat across from me, and our eyes met. I smiled, wondering who was going to mention the night before first. I had a feeling it was going to be him because I had no clue how to broach the subject. Before I found out the answer, my front door flew open.

I jumped in my chair as my mom walked inside the entryway and closed the door behind her, calling out, “Morning, Amorina.”

What was happening? Why was she here? Why had she just let herself in?

“Oh, you’re up!” My mom exclaimed when she entered the kitchen and saw me and Sam sitting at the table. “I thought I would have to drag you out of bed, kicking and screaming. Apparently, someone beat me to it. And good, good, good—you made breakfast. My Sammy needs his strength.”

She reached out and patted “her Sammy’s” face.

“Sam cooked. What are you doing here, Ma?”

“I need a new dress for tonight, for my party.”

“Your surprise party.”

She ignored my comment as her hands flew in the air. “So, we’re going shopping.”

“Shopping?” I repeated as my mom looked between Sam and me, and it dawned on me that I was wearing his shirt, and he was wearing sweats.

Oh crap. She was going to know that something had happened between us. I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize that, probably because I was so used to Sam being around, but this was a classic morning-after scene.

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