I had dried myself off with a towel and gotten into some comfortable sweats to sleep in for the night.
I heard Sammy slosh around in the bathroom as he removed his wet clothes. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and with a smirk on his face.
"Wipe that stupid grin off your face and get out Samuel." I commanded.
"Come on Rachel, you obviously want a piece of this."
"The only thing I want is for you to leave me alone so that I can sleep. Some of us have real responsibilities like college and work. Unlike you Sam, who just parties the nights away with a different girl every night."
"Whatever. Don't be mad because I'm actually living unlike you Rachel." He said as he went towards the door where he was keeping a small pile of folded clothes. He pulled some boxers and some basketball shorts and proceeded to put them on. He then towel dried his hair and laid on my bed next to me with his front facing down.
"What the hell Sam. First you barge into my bathroom and interrupt my shower, then you insult me continually, then you try and get into my bed? Are you stupid?"
"No, just tired okay?"
"Then go to your own bed Samuel and leave me the fuck alone."
"I can't. We snuck a girl in here." He mumbled into the sheets.
"We? Are ya'll gonna share her? Cause that's just wrong. At least let her choose who she wants to bang."
"No, Rachel. What are you stupid?" He lifted his head up so he could look at me. "We snuck her in so Johnson could spend the night with her. And since Johnson and Gilinsky share a room, J is using my room for the night."
"Then spend the night with Gilinsky....?"
"Why would I do that, when I can spend the night with you?" He asked.
"Okay Sam, I don't know what game you're trying to play, but I don't want to play. So do what you want. Stay, leave, I don't care. But if you so much as even touch me while I'm sleeping, then I will make sure it's the last thing you ever do. Understood?" I looked at him straight in the eyes. He rolled his eyes and flopped back on the mattress.
"Fine, whatever. We all know you're a fucking tease anyways." He exclaimed.
But I was too tired to get mad at his comment. I should have been asleep by now. And I still had to get up early the next morning to finish up the homework I didn't get to finish on this night.
I got up and grabbed the extra pillows that I kept on the small couch in my room. I placed them all in a line between me and Sam.
"There, stay on your side Samuel. Otherwise I'll cut them off. And no, I'm not talking about your hands." I said suggestively.
He simply laughed into his pillow, but I wasn't joking.
I woke up with a massive headache. I turned to my side so I could stretch and saw the cause of my massive headache sleeping right next to me.
Sam was still here.
I watched as he peacefully breathed in and out. When he was quiet and still, he didn't seem so bad. He looked like an adorable little kitten who was dreaming of chasing down butterflies in a field of lilies.
It made me almost forget about the huge dickhead he could be on a daily basis.
Speaking of which....
I began to think back on what I had dared to do last night with him in the shower.
The feeling of him...in my mouth...it was something different. It made my insides twist in pleasure just thinking about it. There was something forbidden about Sam because of how opposite we were. Yet I couldn't help but be intrigued in how Sammy would be in bed. He had to be good if he was able to score so many other girls.
But there was the problem.
I didn't want to be just another one of those girls.
I didn't want him to think that he could play with or that I was easy.
I wanted him to chase me. I wanted him to be the one begging for me.
It would be easy to reach over to him and get things started, but I first I had to decide something.
Did I actually want this?
