We finally found an empty room which was hard to believe because our lips hadn't lost connection the whole time we were looking "jump" he mumbled. He gripped my thighs and pushed me up against a wall. He started to unbutton my shirt and I felt like me heart was about to suicide dive out of my chest. Once he successfully removed my button down shirt he threw it across the room. He pulled at my tanktop
"S-sam" I stuttered as he kissed my neck "Sam" I pushed him a little
"You alright?" he asked looking confused
"This is Calvin's house" I whispered
"I know" he whispered back
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm not about to do the nasty in some random room in Cals house" I laughed
"Alright" he smiled carrying me towards my shirt
"You know you can put me down" I stated
"I like holding you" he winked
"Oh Samuel" I smiled "I'll need to be put down to get my shirt"
"You don't have to put it on" he bluntly stated staring at my chest
"Samuel" I laughed covering my self
"Sorry" he teased setting me down
"Thank you" I nodded then retrieved my shirt and put it on. After I buttoned my shirt I walked towards the door
"Wait spence" Sam called grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him
"Uhm yes?" I said confused
"Have you ever...you know?" Sam looked at me with complete seriousness for once
"Had sex?" Asked he nodded in return "no" I shook my head "kind of hard to have a boyfriend when your moms always in the hospital or your fathers using you as his own person punching bag"
"Your dad hit you?!" Sam nearly yelled
"Sam shut up!" I pushed him back towards the bed and we sat down "that's why I moved in with my brother"
"That little prick!" Sam clenched his fist
"Sam, it's fine, I'm fine" I studied his face
"I just....how do you....why.,god dammit" he stood up and paced back and forth
"Sam" I whispered grabbing him shoulder and turning him towards me. I took my shirt and tank top off revealing my stomach "this is the only scar I have from him" I turned to my side and showed him a scar that went from the bottom of my bra to mid rib-cage
"How?" Sams shaky hands traced down it sending a shiver down my back
"It was right after my mom had died. He went out drinking and come home to me crying. He yelled for hours telling me it was my fault she was gone, he grabbed me to push me out of his way, but when he pushed me the corner of the counter hit my side as I fell" I grabbed his hand that was tracing the scar "so really it wasn't even my father who did this. It was a drunk depressed man"
"I still don't understand how he....how he could lay a finger on you. You're stunning in every way, you're smart" he looked at me "I could never hit something as beautiful as you" i just looked at him "Spencer Jane" he said grabbing my hands
"Samuel harrison" I smiled back
"I'm hopelessly in love with you" before I could say it back he crashed his lips on to mine. The fact my shirts were off wasn't a problem anymore. All that mattered was that I was with the man I loved
"I'm hopelessly in love with you too Boggs" I smiled as we pulled away
"Good 'cause it would have been a little awkward if you didn't" he smiled
"Shut up and kiss me" I rolled my eyes bringing him back to me
"What a you your shorts?" He asked
"Looks like well have to take this off so we match" I pulled at the end of his white t-shirt ha gently pushed me back a little and took the whose t-shirt off. He grabbed me back the small of my back and kissed me I pressed my hands against his shoulders so I could balance on my toes.
He picked me back up and laid me down on the bed. He hovered over me not breaking our kiss his hands slowly trailed down my sides as he moved from my lips to my jaw to my neck earning his name to leave me mouth. His hands lingered at the top of my shorts. He fiddled with the top button I smiled a little. It was cute to see him try to be gentle. Once the shorts were gone my heart races again. I'm almost positive Sam could see it popping out if my chest with how fast it was going "are you okay?" Sam asked looking at my face
"Mhmm" I nodded.
He started off gentle. Not wanting to hurt me "does it hurt? are you okay?" he asked
"Samuel shut up" I laughed
His hands never left my hips "s-sam" I groaned as I tried to lift my hips up to avoid the pain I was feeling, but his hands wouldn't budge "sam" I cried out. I looked at his face his eyes were full of lust. I lost Sam to his teenage hormonal personality.
