The One She Loves • George Springer

Hotel

"You give me the feeling people write novels about." (I thought this was ironic and cute!)

|S A M A N T H A|

I gasp for breath, "Oh my God George!"

George asks me, "You can't handle it?"

I glare at him, "I can. You are just being very forceful and trying to kill me."

George shrugs, "Not my fault. I'm just trying to have fun."

I push his shoulders, "I could barely breathe."

He pouts and gets closer, "I'm sorry."

I cross my arms and turn my head, "No."

He grabs my shoulders, "Have some fun."

I shake my head, "Not with you."

He sighs, "Fine then I'm getting out."

He lets go of my shoulders and I move away from him.

He takes my hand, "At least get out too so I don't have to be alone."

I roll my eyes and wade out of the swimming pool with him. I get out and start to reach for my towel but George wraps his arms around my waist. I turn around and he nuzzles his face in my neck.

I groan and push him away, "I'm not a roll. Stop trying to butter me up."

He pouts again, "But Sam," he says stretching out my name, "You're not fun."

I turn around and put my hands on my hips, "Excuse me?"

George smirks, "You're. Not. Fun."

I glare, "If you wake up with your hair shaved off, not my problem."

George widens his eyes and gasps, "Not my hair! I'm sorry. I beg for your forgiveness."

I roll my eyes, "You care about your hair more than me."

"Do not," he whines.

"Do too."

"Noooo."

"Yessss."

"Nuh uh."

"You're such a kid."

George grins, "Thank you."

I push him but he doesn't move.

He laughs and smirks, "I got stone hard abs."

I bite lip trying not to smile at the fact that he does look very nice.

He obviously sees my struggle and teases me by flexing his arms.

I turn around and grab my towel trying to dry off. I rub the towel on my arms and legs then put on a cover. I turn around and see George staring.

"What, George? You envy the towel?"

George's face turns red and I laugh. He comes up to me and takes the towel off out of my hands, throwing it on the table. He, literally, sweeps me off my feet and carries me bridal style.

I widen my eyes, "What are you doing?"

He grins and walks to the edge of the pool. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"George! Stop! I'm sorry."

"I won't drop me if you tell me five things you love about me," he pauses, "Physical."

I glare, "Really?!"

He nods grinning.

I sigh, "Your eyes, your hair..."