My Muse 2 [s.w]

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I feel a breeze against my face, as the morning sun peaks through a crack in the curtain.

I try and sit up, but fall back hopelessly on my pillow, due to my repulsive headache, obviously an outcome of my alcohol high last night.

Not only that, but I'm body-to-body with Sam, bare. I have no undergarments of sort on.

Feeling to lazy to get up and change into some clothes, I turn towards Sammy and am facing the left side of his face, soft snores escaping his plump lips.

I lay my head on his shoulder and put my cold hand on his chest, taking in the relaxing moment.

"Good morning baby boy." I say as his eyes flutter open slowly, like a baby's.

He stares at me for a moment then pulls me closer, and a smile forms.

"We're naked." He says.

I try and hide my laughter, "thanks, captain obvious."

"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" He asks, almost nervous.

"Um, I know I was drunk, and you brought me home, that's about it. And why are we naked? And why are you asking?" I ask, slightly curious.

"Haha, you consumed a lot of alcohol at the party, and then we got high, after you got really sassy, drank some more, and tried grinding on Matt, then I fought you to get in the car, we got home. We fucked while we were high, and now here we are."

I have a shocked expression on my face and Sam snaps his fingers to get my attention.

"Wow, did I look like hell?" I ask

"No, gorgeous as always. But, slightly bitchy, which I enjoyed to be honest."

"Glad I could be the entertainment for the night." I say smirking and climbing on top of him, the sheet still in between us.

"You're the sexiest girl on the planet." He says, lustfully.

"Wow, lies." I say standing up, the sheet falling off, and I head into the closet and pull on my panties while Sam watches.

I bend over to pick up my lace bra.

"I'm gonna kill you, Alexis." He says while smirking.

I lick my lips and walk over to him,

"Not if I kill you first." I kiss his lips slowly and pull away, to get clothes on.

"Ugh." He says laying his head back down.

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"We should go to the beach or something. See if anyone wants to come with."

"Can't we just go by ourselves? Get some lunch, play in the water, lay in the sand."

Sam suggests while rubbing his thumb along my cheek.

I give in and we go get our swimsuits on and pack some sunscreen and extra clothes, just in case.

We hopped in my Range Rover and headed to Venice beach. The air was filled with mist of the ocean and salt water smell.

Sam took my hand as we walked down to the beach.

A couple of girls stopped us to get pictures and autographs with Sam, and gave me dirty looks. I immediately became the biggest bitch in the world.

"Can you take the picture?" They pretty much command at me.

"Why don't you just take a selfie, I'm not your servant." I say.

When they left, Sam took my hand again, "what's wrong?" He asks.