Sammy's POV (present day)
"Wow. Good thing we're married and expecting then" Gracie says, grinning at Tom.
"Yeah, lucky. I don't know how I'd feel about having a ghost haunting us" he chuckled.
"Shit, the time! Dyl, we got to go" Jay says, standing up. "We've got double dates tonight" he adds for us.
"Yeah, a college buddy of Jay's hooked us up for the night" Dylan says, getting up. "We'll see ourselves out. Catch you all later" he says and they leave, waving.
"We should head off too. We're all done here anyway" Tom says and helps Gracie up. Her stomach's beginning to get bigger, but not massive yet.
"Alright. You got your chapters?" I ask as the four of us left Kenzie's room.
"Yeah, we got 'em. Dyl and Jay got theirs. They're not here" Gracie says, picking up her and Tom's folders. We showed them out and sat at the table in silence, opposite each other, staring at our folders.
"I'm going to have a bath and read these" I say, standing up.
"Can I come?" Fletcher asked, winking.
"You wish bud" I laugh and walk to my room. I run the bath and begin to undress. I was about to unclasp my bra when Fletcher cleared his throat from behind me. I turned around, only in my bra, and saw he was holding my folder.
"You uh, fo-forgot this" he stuttered, looking at my body. I smirked to myself and unhooked my bra. I dropped it to the ground and acted cool, while he was looking nervous, his eyes glued to my chest and slowly roaming my body, his little 'friend' getting more visible through his sweatpants.
"Thanks. I'm glad you didn't snoop. There could be some dirty little secrets in there" I wink, walking slowly to him. He nervously took a step back each time I went forward, until he hit the bed and fell back onto it. I smirked and climbed over his body. I reached out over his head and grabbed the folder from his hand.
I smiled down to him and purposely moved up higher along his body to reach over and put the folder on the furthest bedside table. My legs were now either side of his shoulders, and I heard him gulp. Just as I dropped the folder, I felt him grab my thighs and kiss softly around my hip area.
A/N:
I didn't want to go into too much TMI in that last bit. It's somewhat important to know for the next part, so use your imaginations ;)
-Misfit
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Lost Love
Teen FictionSeven years on from senior year, the 'gang' is still in New York City together. All, except Fletcher. He and the boys have spoken every now and then, but not once has he spoken to Sammy. Which is what she wanted, right? Well, it's what she thought...
