Chapter 21

Sam woke up the next day with a headache. She lay in bed with her arm over her face.

Her phone rang and she grumbled under her breath as she searched for it. She looked at the caller ID and saw it was Jake.

"Hey," she croaked out.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked.

"Nothing, why?"

"You almost sound hung over," Jake laughed.

Sam groaned.

"You were drinking?" Jake yelped.

"Not on purpose," Sam told him with a groan. "You don't have to shout, you know."

Jake snorted.

"I grabbed a couple of Quinn's glasses last night thinking they were just soda," Sam explained.

"A couple?"

"I was thirsty," Sam said.

"Then what happened?" Jake wondered.

"I really don't remember," Sam was honest. "I woke up in my bed."

"Beats waking up in someone else's," Jake was only half teasing.

"Except yours," Sam responded.

"'Course," Jake said. "I wish you could wake up in my bed."

"Not me," Sam shook her head and groaned.

"What?" Jake yelped.

"Please don't shout," Sam pleaded. "I meant not this morning. I don't feel like making love to anyone, not even with you."

"Gee, thanks Brat," Jake laughed.

"You know what I meant," Sam huffed.

"I'll remember this," Jake teased. "If you get drunk, I'll just keep giving you drinks until I'm satisfied, since you won't feel like being together in the morning."

Sam tried to giggle, but it came out more like another groan. Jake snorted.

"It's not funny," Sam told him.

"Yes it is," Jake laughed.

"I thought you loved me," Sam complained.

"I love you a lot," Jake murmured.

"I love you too, even if you make fun of me," Sam said.

"Brat, I've been making fun of you since I was six," Jake reminded her.

"Yes, I know," Sam told him. "I love you anyway."

Jake chuckled.

"You'll like this," Sam began.

"What's that?" Jake asked.

"Jen and Bryan didn't get together," Sam finished.

"Oh darn," Jake's voice dripped sarcasm. "I'm just broken up about it."

"She's still my best friend," Sam warned him.

"Which is why I just said what I said," Jake teased.

"You really are a rotten boyfriend," Sam said.

Jake chuckled.

"Come rub my head," Sam murmured.

"I miss you," Jake sighed loudly.

"I might have to make a special trip home," Jake murmured.

"Booty call?" Sam asked.

"If that's what you want to call it," Jake said. "I miss kissing and touching you."

"I miss you kissing and touching me," Sam whispered, glancing at her bedroom door. "I miss kissing and touching you."

"Just don't kiss or touch anyone else until I get there," Jake told her.