Painkiller [ON HOLD]

Thirteen

Graduation and the last day of school came pretty fast.

"Noah Richards." I got up from my seat and walked onto the stage. I was handed my diploma. I sat back down. Not too long after, Sam was called up. "Samantha Stevenson."

At the end of graduation, I met up with Sam. She hugged me. Our parents still didn't know we were dating. I told Sam it was better to wait awhile because they wouldn't let us go on our little trip if they knew.

"Congratulations Samantha," said my dad as him and my mom approached us. Her parents soon joined us.

"Would you guys like to go out to dinner?" Sam's mom asked.

I looked at Sam. She smiled which I assumed meant yes. "Sure."

Later on, we all met up at a fancy French restaurant.

"So, what are you planning to do now that you've graduated?" asked Sam's mom.

"I was thinking about going to college. I was offered a scholarship for football."

"I remember you always said you wanted to be a professional football player. Is that still your dream?" her dad asked.

I shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know yet."

The waiter came to our table. "What can I get for you folks tonight?" I ordered the Ratatouille. Sam got duck confit, and both of our parents ordered some weird stuff that I thought wasn't appetizing. Our conversation was boring.

Everyone finished eating and we went our separate ways. I was excited for tomorrow because that was when Sam and I were leaving.

My parents brought us to the airport. When they drove off, I held Sam's hand.

"Are you excited?" I asked with a smile.

She could barely contain her excitement. I loved seeing her happy. I was hoping this trip would help her in some way. "I am. I also bought a new swim suit, one that won't fall off easily."

"That's a bonus," I chuckled. We waited for our flight.

"I also bought some other stuff... but that's not important."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Now you have me curious. What else did you get?"

She smirked. "I'll tell you later. Or maybe I'll show you..." I'm scared now.

Our flight arrived and we boarded the plane. It had been roughly thirty minutes into the flight when Sam fell asleep, her head on my shoulder. I put my headphones in. The plane ride wasn't entirely that long; it took about three hours. I woke Sam up. We got our bags and called a cab to bring us to the hotel.

I checked in at the front desk. "Noah Richards."

The lady at the desk typed on her computer. "King suite?"

"Correct." She handed me the room's key cards. A man brought our bags to the room. The room was large. It had a fireplace in the living area. The bedroom was separate and it also had a fireplace with a hot tub next to it. "What do you think?"

She hugged me." I love it. What are our plans for tomorrow?"

"I was thinking we could go to the beach," I said. She seemed to approve and she carried her bag to the bedroom. I did the same. She went into the bathroom to change. I took off my clothes, leaving on my briefs, and Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in lingerie. My heart skipped a beat. "Is that... what you bought?"

"Yea... at Victoria's Secret. Do I look ok?"

"Beautiful..." I pulled her into an embrace. My hands were on her waist. She moved them lower, and my heart seemed to stop. I moved them back to her waist, but again she moved them lower. "Let's go to bed. I want to be up early tomorrow."

"Ok..." she sighed. I laid next to her on the bed. I wrapped my arm around her protectively.

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I woke up before her. I looked out the window.

There's still time...

I quickly woke Sam up and told her to get her swimsuit on.

We headed to the beach.