When I Met You In the Summer (A Sam Boggs Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Lindsey's POV

Wow. I mean, I knew how I felt about Sam, but I never knew he felt that way towards me. I knew he loved me but I didn't think he was in love the way I am. Head over heels, crazy fucking in love. Not being able to control it. Hating feeling out of control but loving the thought of being out of control because of love? Confusing, I know. I'm starting to get tired and Sam's head is laying on my chest as he sleeps. Surprise, surprise. Our legs are intertwined and his soft breaths are turning into soft snores. He's wearing his boxers and I'm wearing my bra and panties. I lay my head on the top of his and close my eyes.

"Yeah, she's sleeping right now. No I don't know when she's gonna be up. I'll have her call you. Bye, love you" I hear Sam say. Sam lays his head back on my chest and wraps his arms around my torso. "Babe, it's late" I hear Sam say. He starts to rub my arm up and down and I open my eyes slowly. He's looking up at me and I groan. "Babbbbe" he says and wraps his arms around me tighter. I smile and look at him. "Cutie" Sam says. "Cutie" I say and he grins. "Take me out to breakfast, somewhere you like" Sam says. "I'd love to" I say. "We need to shower" Sam says and I nod my head. He moves his head from my chest to get up and I get up after him. I look both says in the hall and dash to the bathroom. Sam rushes in behind me and We laugh.

We take our shower and after we get dressed. I'm wearing a Guy Harvey shirt with jean shorts. I brush my hair and Sam smacks my ass when he walks by to put his shirt on. I roll my eyes and smile. "I'll get you back Samantha." I say. "Lindsey, let's be honest, you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag" Sam says smirking. "Pretty sure I could beat your ass" I say and Sam laughs. "Aw, that's cute" Sam says. "Oh shutup Samantha" I say grinning. I finish putting on my makeup and I put some Bath and Body Works spray on. When I turn around, Sam's head is coming towards me and he's pretending to sniff me as I laugh hysterically. "Sam!" I yell giggling. He laughs and stops. He kisses my cheek and I grin. "You smell good babe" Sam says. "Thanks Sam" I say grinning. We walk out of the room and to his car. When we're about to leave we see Cal pull up. "Sup bro, where's Madison?" Sam says and I look at Cal, having the same question. "Uhm, I took her home to get clothes." Cal says. "Wait, why are you wearing the same clothes as last night?" I say and I hear Sam start to laugh. "You guys went somewhere last night and you're just getting home. Aren't you?" Sam says smirking. I can see Cals face turn a deep shade of red and I laugh too. "So where'd you go to do it?" Sam says and I can see his eyes go wide. "Shutup Sam" he says, trying not to smile as he blushes. "Awwww! Cal lost his V-Card!" Sam yells and I laugh. "Oh my god I hate you guys" Cal says and starts to walk inside as me and Sam laugh. That's hilarious.

We get in the car and I give Sam directions to the cute little diner we have in our town. "I can believe Cal and Madison had sex, Madison really isn't like that." I say as Sam drives. "You never know, she could have been a low key freak like you" Sam says and I fake gasp. "I am not a low key freak!" I exclaim. "Oh but you are, I can feel it in my bones." Sam says and I blush. "Tell me one of your fantasies, or kinks" Sam says smirking. My face turns red. "Scratch that!" Sam says quickly. "I don't want to get worked up before we go into this diner." He says and I blush even harder. "I don't have any anyways, I'm a plain jane." I say grinning. "Bull fucking shit. No way." Sam says grinning. "I don't! What are yours?" I say smirking. "If you're not gonna tell me yours I'm not gonna tell you mine." Sam says smirking and glancing over to me. "I don't have any Kink Sam" I say looking towards the window. "Swear to god." He says and my eyes go slightly wide. "No, I don't swear to god" I say, lying once again. "I've heard you do it before, so now I know you have one" Sam says and I can feel my cheeks heating up. "Oh my god" I say embarrassed. Sam laughs hysterically. "I knew it! I fucking knew it!" He says as we pull up to the diner. "Hush Samantha" I say and he smirks as we get out of the car.

I wait at the back of the car for him to walk around and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. He bends down and kisses my cheek right before we walk in, obviously making me smile. He kisses over half of my face as we wait for the waiter or waitress. A waiter comes and he takes us to our table. "Booth or table?" He says politely. "Booth" Sam says. He takes us over to a booth and Sam sits next to me. "What can I get you to drink?" The waiter says. "Sweet tea" Sam says. "Sweet tea" I say. The waiter nods and leaves our table. "That waiter was eye fucking you, I swear" Sam says. "But I was eye fucking you while he was eye fucking me, so it doesn't matter" I say and Sam grins. He presses a kiss to the side of my mouth. I take a menu and Sam looks at it with me. "I don't know why I'm looking at the menu. I already know what I want" I say. "And what is that babe?" Sam says, still looking over the menu. "French Toast, what are you getting" I say as Sam stares at the menu. "Country Fried Steak" Sam says. "Yum" I say and he closes the menu and sets it down. The waiter comes back and hands up our drinks. "Are you two ready to order?" The waiter says and I nod. "I'll have the French toast please" I say as he scribbles it down in a mini notepad. "I'll have the Country Fried Steak" Sam says and the waiter nods and takes our menus. Sam still has his arm around my waist and I have my hand up the back of his shirt, lightly scratching his back. We both get on our phones and I get on twitter. I check my mentions and when I look I see a picture of me and Madison laying on each other in the back seat. Cal posted it and the caption is "babe and my nigga." I roll my eyes and smile when I see the comment. "Apparently I'm Cals nigga now" I say and show him the post. He laughs and I favorite and retweet the tweet. I reply to it too. "Assface" I say. Short and simple. I put my phone down and focus on not running my nails over the marks I made last night. I haven't seen them, but I can feel them. I see the waitress walking with our food and when he sets it down on the table he looks at me and Sam. "Enjoy" he says and walks away. "He's an eye fucker" Sam says and picks up his fork. I laugh lightly and pour syrup on my French toast.