Pillow Talking | Sam Drake

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"Samuel Drake you should stop. Honey you are drunk!"

"Ugh-but I'm not trying anything!" He whined. "I'm just kissing you because you're cute."

"Sam-"

"And I like your tired voice...Its adorable, even if you're the tinniest bit annoyed with me." He laughed. "Hey, I am sorry I woke you up, I was trying to be quiet." Sam sounding more serious.

"You knocked the table over that sits in the corner of the room."

"It came out of nowhere. I don't know where the end table came from, but it just kinda flew out at me."

"Sam it can't just move."

"Tables move. I'm telling you. I think the house is haunted. Because there's no way I bumped into a-a stationary object, tripped, and woke you up...Because I'm totally sober."

"No you're not."

"I am! Look!" Sam said while climbing out of the covers and standing on top of the bed. "I can do-I can do-I can stand on one foot on the bed. Watch! Watch!" His plan was short lived as the Drake brother came tumbling down towards me. "So...maybe in the slightest way, I may be impaired." He chuckled.

"Did you drive all the way home?" I asked, changing the subject.

"No, I got a taxi."

"If you say you're not that drunk, why didn't you just drive?"

"Maybe I didn't feel like driving. I just felt like taking a taxi. Oh and Nathan made it home safely. Haha, you think I'm drunk? You should've seen my little brother!"