Page 19 of My XOXO Holidate

“Get on all fours,” he says as he sucks my earlobe.

He steps off the bed and I get on all fours and push my butt up. When I look over my shoulder, he’s standing by my bed with a grin, his erection long and hard as she watches me. I grasp onto the blanket as Sam comes up behind me. I can feel him at my entrance. He enters slowly and thrusts, which takes my breath away.

Sam pounds into me and it doesn’t take long before I find my release.

“Sam,” I pant his name over and over. A final thrust and Sam groans with his release.

“You’re sexy. Have I told you that?” He pulls out of me and collapses on the bed. He guides me into his chest.

We snuggle and I run my fingertips down his bare chest.

“I hate the thought of going back to New York.” Sam rubs his warm hand up and down my back. “Without you.”

I look into his eyes. “I hate it too,” I whisper.

“I know this might seem fast, but I’m. . . I think about you all the time.”

I kiss his cheek.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is I think I’m in love with you, Amelia.”

“I’m falling for you too, Sam.”

“Really?”

“I am.”

“I want to see what we can do to keep this going. I don’t want to leave you here.”

“What are you saying?” This is all happening so fast.

“I’d like you to come back to New York with me. There are plenty of opportunities for school, careers, real estate.”

“You do? You mean it?”

“Of course, I mean it. I want you to move in with me. And if it feels like this is going too fast, we can find you your own place or you can stay in my other bedroom. I want you with me.”

My insides tingle as if my heart has suddenly grown wings. The man I’m falling for just declared how he feels about me. He wants me in his life.

“I want to be with you too, Sam.”

He holds me until we both fall asleep.

My life is finally turning around.

Sam

I wake up to the sound of the shower. I squint open one eye and remember I’m in Amelia’s apartment. I grin when I think about our night.

I’ve done it. I’ve gotten past my mistrust and I’m inviting Amelia into my heart.

I groan as my hip digs into the uncomfortable mattress. I can’t lay in this bed any longer. It’s still dark and I search for my boxer briefs as I slip out of bed. I manage to switch on the desk lamp that gives off a low light. I find my briefs and jeans and put them on. As I grab my keys and cell phone from the desk, a paper catches my eye.

Petition to file bankruptcy? The shower is still running, so I move the manilla envelope to reveal the rest of the paper. I gasp when I read the amount of debt.

What the hell? It’s the same thing again. Just like Ruby.

I close my eyes tightly and shake my head. When I open my eyes, the number practically jumps off the paper and slaps me in the face. Running my hand through my hair, I feel sick to my stomach.

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