Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

An hour later, I'm in Sam's living room. I came over unannounced, but with the way she smiled when she saw me, I don't think she really cared that I showed up randomly. She greeted me with a really tight hug and I hugged her right back as I fought the urge to push her against the wall and kiss her and do other things to her.

We're alone right now, on the couch together. I'm watching tv as she does homework. She explained to me that they're only assignments she missed after she stayed at home for three days. Her legs are resting on my lap as she sits on the other side of the couch.

I hate the way she's not paying attention to me. Oh my God, that's so needy, but I don't care. I'm a needy son of a bitch.

She's so focused on her homework that she hasn't noticed the way I've stopped watching the tv. I'm only looking at her.

I don't want to interrupt Sam, but I really wanna talk to her about her birthday and ask her if she's planned anything. Of course I wanna spend time with her on her birthday, it doesn't matter what we do, I just want to be there.

"Sam," I whisper and she hums, but doesn't look up from her papers and book. "Sam, pay attention to me." It feels strange to say it because I'm so used to being the center of attention when it comes to girls.

She laughs and I glare at her. Her book is suddenly closed and she lets it fall to the floor. "Yes, Luke?" Sam asks innocently and I try to catch my breath.

"Wait, were you done with that?" I ask, feeling bad that I've interrupted her and she nods. My hands are on her legs as I lift them a little so that I can scoot closer to her. I stop until my thighs touch the bottom of her bum. "I wanna talk to you about your birthday," I say it slowly as I rest my elbow on the back of the couch. The other is resting on her leg.

"What about it?" She asks as he reaches for my hand, turning it over so that she can draw random patterns with her fingertips. I don't know why she does that so much, but I find it cute.

"Well, did you want to do something?" I ask and she shrugs.

"India and Becca are taking me to breakfast..." She pauses, biting her lip and her eyes wander around the room.

"What are you not telling me?" I ask her as my hand wraps around her wrist and she looks at me for a second. "Sam, tell me." I grab her by the hips and place her on my lap, her legs on either side of me.

By now, she shouldn't be shy around me anymore. I find this cute too, but come on. She's had her hand down my jeans, my face has been between her thighs and I'm pretty sure she saw me naked that time we took a bath together even though she claimed she "wasn't looking."

"This wasn't my idea, but they said they'd leave for the night so that you and I could... Stay here. By ourselves," she explains and I'm surprised she's not blushing.

"Oh," I blurt out and catch on. I know what her friends are doing and I know they probably talked about the same thing the boys and I did. "Well, do you want to? Stay here, I mean?"

Sam bites her lip again. Stop that. "Do you?"

I laugh and shake my head, my hands still resting on her hips and they make their way underneath her shirt. "It's your birthday, Sam, not mine."

She nods, blushing a little. "Okay, well, I wanna stay in and just hang out with you," she says and I smile.

"You know," I speak quietly and she doesn't take her eyes off mine as my hands slowly slide up her stomach, "I missed you these past few days." I think she should hear me say it. I want her to.