Bloodlines//MJF

Chapter 9

The next morning Sam is woken up by the sound of soft meowing coming from her side. She wakes with a groan, her head pounding against her skull.

"Hmm?" She rubs her eyes and looks down at the floor below her.

Bisky sits on the floor staring up at Sam with bright yellow eyes. Sam lets out another groan and reaches down to pet the cat's head softly. Bisky purs against Sams's palm and meows softly again.

"Give me a minute, Beck." Sam yawns and closes her eyes again.

Her body as well as her head aches and a thick veil of sweat sticks to her skin. What the hell was she doing last night that made her sweat so much? Sam's head hits her pillow and she snuggles back into it. But it isn't until she attempts to roll onto her side does Sam become painfully aware of the arm slung over her waist and her stark lack of clothing.

"Fuck." Sam is suddenly wide awake now and consciously aware of the unknown body sleeping just a few inches from her naked body.

Despite her lack of memories of the previous night due to all the alcohol she drank, Sam is almost certain who she's going to see when she turns around.

Heart and head both pounding against her skin, Sam carefully turns around on her side. Her suspicion was spot on too. Max lies inches from her using the extra pillow she keeps on her bed. His lower half is covered by her blanket but Sam is sure that he's naked as well.

Memories pour back into Sams's brain as she stares down at Max. She remembers doing body shots with some guy and Max, shivering at the image of his tongue on her body. She also remembers dancing with Max to some douchey EDM music. The two of them were about as close as two people could get. Sam remembers their foreheads pressed together and an intense staring session that ended in a kiss. A kiss.

"Oh great." Sam takes notice of the distinct purple marks starting to shine through on Max's chest as he slumbers and more memories come back.

A very touchy Uber ride. A few sly comments here and there the whole ride back. She remembers barely being able to get her front door unlocked with Max pressed against her back. His lips on her neck whispering about all the things that he could do to her if she'd only let him.

One glance at her bedroom door grants Sam a few more answers about her night. A trail of clothes leads into the bedroom from outside. The couch serving as the starting point if she remembers right.

Sam glances back down at Max still sleeping below her. He looks oddly peaceful. You'd never look at him now and label him as a charming egomaniac and master of manipulation. There's something almost cute about him.

"Sorry Bisky." Sam glances over at her cat one last time before her hangover gets the better of her and she sinks back into bed.

Her head back on her pillow Sam is about to close her eyes when Max stirs next to her. She freezes as his grip on her waist tenses for a second as Max instinctively pulls her against his chest in his sleep.

'So he's a cuddler?' She thinks silently to herself as Max settles again once Sam is snuggled against him once more.

Left with no other choice Sam closes her eyes and lets herself go back to sleep again for a bit longer. Oddly enough she finds it surprisingly easy to fall back asleep like this.

A little over an hour later Sam is woken back up again when Bisky grows tired of her owner ignoring her. The cat walks across Sam's stomach, making sure that she's putting pressure on all of Sam's vital organs of course.

"Shit!" Sam yelps as she jolts awake. "Bisky!" Holding herself up by her elbows.

Sam's sudden jolt is enough to finally wake Max up. He stirs next to Sam as she tosses the cat off of her bed.