Sam's POV
So Spence seems to like what he sees. I smirked and stretched so he could get a good look. At this point he wasn't making an effort to even try to hide his staring.
I bit my lower lip. It's a little trick us girls use when we're trying to tell you idiot boys that we like you or that you should kiss us, like now.
I sat up and crawled over to him, teasing him. I knew that in the top, without a bra, my boobs were flying all over the place and Spencer was desperately trying not to notice. I sat closer to him, trying to make him sweat.
"Ohmigod!" I cried before just taking over the situation. I flipped him on his back and had him pinned to the couch in a matter of seconds. I licked my lips.
"Sam what are you-" Spencer didn't have time to finish his question. My lips were on his, passionately kissing him. To my relief he kissed me back.
Things got heated quickly since we weren't expecting anyone to come over anytime soon.
His hands roamed all over my torso and made their way up under my top, only to find that my breasts were bare.
I removed his shirt and then mine while continuing to kiss him and grinding our bodies together.
"Hey Spence, can I talk to you?" Freddie abruptly walked into the apartment only to see me, his ex-girlfriend, and the only father figure in his life half naked on the couch.
Nearly faster than lightning I had my top on and Freddie pinned up against a wall.
"Look Nub," I threatened, "You tell no one about this, especially not your mother or Carly. If you do… consider yourself dead," I shoved him out the door before he could say anything.
I turned back to face Spencer. We both knew the moment was gone. Spencer had put his shirt back on and was now standing in front of me.
"Let's just go to my room," he smiled and took my hand, gently leading me into his room.
