Pillow Talking | Sam Drake

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This is basically a huge one-shot that I cut down into small parts. I hope you enjoy!

The stars aligned in the crisp autumn air as the full moon shined bright from above. Sweet thoughts filling my numb mind as I lay in bed, sleeping hard from a rough day at work. This moment was so blissful and relaxing that nothing could ruin it. Until I heard a rather loud bang-crash sound within the darkened bedroom. "Shit...Fuck!" I heard a voice whisper to themselves.

"Aw, I'm sorry, shit...Did I wake you up?" The man laughed, speaking a bit louder.

I roll over to my side and flip the light switch on, realizing it was Samuel. "Um-yeah you did." I say squinting my eyes.

"Agh-Fuck," He grumbled. " I'm sorry darling. You were fast asleep weren't you?"

"I was sweetie. I had a long day at work."

"I'm sorry-"

"Sam? Are you drunk?"

"I am not drunk. I'm-I'm just feeling...pretty awesome!" He spoke nearly falling over his own two feet at the end of the bed. He soon laughed. "What's up? Sexy butt?" He then chuckled some more. I give him a long stare and roll my eyes. "I am not drunk. I don't get drunk. I'm just-"

"M-hmm!"

"I only had like seven drinks, not even enough to get me drunk."