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Chapter 14: That Was A Dumb Question

Chapter 14: That Was A Dumb Question

“Hey Stef,” Samuel greets with a boyish grin. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper and my eyes wide.

“I missed you,” He says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “So, I came to see you.”

“B-but how?” I stammer, dropping the bucket, still in a state of shock that Sam is standing before me.

“Hey, hey, hey,” He says, crossing the barn and resting his hands on my waist. “Let’s not talk about that now, okay? I missed you and right now, all I wanna do is kiss you. It’s been forever since I kissed you.”

Giggling, I push a lock of my hair behind my ear and shake my head, “It hasn’t been that long.”

“Well, it’s been long enough,” He corrects, leaning down and pushing his lips to mine.

As much as I love him and as much as I’ve missed him and as much as I love kissing him, this isn’t right. It’s not right at all. I mean, I’ve only been here just under a week and I’ve already committed the worst act a person can do in a relationship. Not only once at that, but twice! I’ve slept with Ben and kissed Wesley already and it’s not even been a week. What’s next? Giving Conrad a bj?

I really shouldn’t expect anything less from myself, honestly.

I’m being sarcastic, of course. I’m not even remotely attracted to Conrad in that way. He’s much too childish and annoying for me to find him attractive. I mean, yeah, he’s hot, but that’s really it. His annoyingness kinda overshadows his cuteness. And that is definitely not something I should be thinking about while kissing my boyfriend I haven’t seen in nearly a month.

Suddenly, Sam’s tongue begins to probe my lips and then slightly pushes its way in. Samuel begins to refamiliarizing himself with the inside of my mouth, his tongue capturing mine. Sam’s hands suddenly travel up my waist, slipping underneath my Starbucks t-shirt and roam my torso.

Unexpectedly, I’m slammed against the barn wall - hard - and Sam’s body is firmly pushed up against mine. He roughly moves his hips against mine, practically gluing them together. He pulls his lips from mine as my breath goes ragged, but he doesn’t completely stop kissing me. Instead he lets his lips trail down my throat as he begins to suck on my neck, peppering it with kisses.

I bite down on my lower lip, suppressing a moan as I feel him being to leave a hickey. I’ve never been a fan of them, hickey’s I mean, but Sam likes to leave them on me. What’s he call it? Marking his territory or something like that. Anyways, whenever he’s set on leaving one, I always make him leave it in an inconspicuous place, like my stomach or somewhere else outta sight. You see, hickey’s weren’t exactly favorable in L.A., not in the expensive part that I lived in, that is. Especially because nearly every single person there associated hickey’s with sex and sex with teenage pregnancy which was and of course, still is, totally unacceptable in their eyes.

After a few minutes, I force myself to pull away from Sam. It’s just that when I’m kissing him, of course my eyes are closed then I start imagining that it’s Wesley, seeing as how I just kissed the boy last night. I dramatically speed up my breathing though, making Sam think I just needed some air.

Samuel raises his hand, pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I love you so much, Stephanie.”

I crinkle my nose at the name, “Don’t call me that.”

“But I do love you. More than you’ll ever know. I love you, Stephanie Elizabeth Vandergeld, and I want the whole entire world to know.” He explains, kissing my forehead.