Worth It. (Sam Wilkinson)

14. Goodnight Kiss?

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Casey's P.O.V .

I crouch my knees so I'd be the same eye level as him and lean in to give him a quick peck on the cheek cause yeah, he won the game unfortunately.

I lean in and next thing I know, Sam turns his head before I can even backtrack my actions. In that moment when he turns his head, our lips connect. I can feel his soft plump lips against mine.

Wait what. What is happening? Am I really kissing Sam!?

Sam's soft lips linger on mine for a few seconds until I pull away fully realizing what is currently happening. I just stare at him in disbelief and he stares right back at me with a playful mocking stare, "what?" He asks smiling.

"What do you mean what? Why'd you do that?" I said with slightly wide eyes, still processing what just happened in my mind. He just stole my first kiss.

"Do what?" He asks as if he's unaware of the moment that occurred only seconds ago. I could tell he was trying so hard to contain a straight face.

"Kiss me, you butt." I shoved his shoulder.

"I would never do such a thing. You're the one who kissed me. I do recall you being the one leaning in towards me, right?" He smirked.

Wowwwwww ok, did he jus- woowww.

Even after what just happened, Sam still manages to be his facetious-self and make jokes. I'm not gonna lie it's kinda cute how he does it and I'm glad actually, since he lightens up the mood.

"Are you being serious?" I questioned him, even though I already knew the answer.

He scoffed. "Don't act like you didn't like it." He's so cocky and he knows it too. I just rolled my eyes in response. He's trying to get a reaction from me but I won't give him the satisfaction.

"Wait, what time is it?" I ask, while pulling out my phone from my back pocket. My phone read 5:54 p.m.

Ugh it's getting late. "I should probably go home, it's getting late and my parents will kill me if I don't get home by 6:30." Sam was about to say something until his bedroom door creaked open and both our heads turned towards a woman with brown luscious wavy hair and hazel eyes.

"Hey Hun, how was school today?" The lady asked Sam with a sweet voice. I'm guessing she was his mother. Now that I take a look at it, he has a resemblance from her. They both have the same piercing hazel eyes.

"It was good Mom." He simply replied.

"I didn't know you had company over." She smiled benevolently at me. I smiled back.

I stood up from the carpet and made my way over to her. It would be rude of me if I didn't properly greet her in her own house. Sam followed behind me.

"Hi, you must be Mrs. Wilkinson, I'm Casey." I said pulling my hand out from my pocket for her to shake my hand.

"Don't be silly dear, in this house we just hug it out. And don't call me Ms. Wilkinson, it makes me feel old. Just call me Lorraine" She laughed and pulled me into a warm hug. Aw I like her already.

"So what are you kids up to?" Lorraine asked.

"Moooom, we're doing something." Sam groaned.

I decided to interrupt since Sam was being a little butt. His mom just wanted to know what we're doing, and she has the right to.

"We were just working on our English project. It's getting late, so I'm about to head home." I smiled.

"You should stay for dinner. I was just about to go whip something up in the kitchen, and besides you're already here.."