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Ch 3
Sitting on the couch a while later Martin could not tear his eyes off her, he was meant to be watching a movie, but since she had sat back down next to him after flipping the light off he hadn't been able to pull his eyes away from her, he wanted to take everything in- from her blonde hair falling over her white singlet to her tight blue jeans.
"Your staring…" she giggled, not even she knew what she was doing- she was Sam- she did not giggle.
"Sorry," he mumbled as his head whipped back to the TV in front of them, only to realize a few seconds later that she was now staring at him with a big grin on her face.
"Stop it!" he gruffed at her, embarrassed that she had caught him.
"Stop it…" she teased him
"Sam." He tried again
"Martin." She mimicked.
"Right," he said as he whipped the pillow from behind his back and thwarted it at her.
"No far!" she replied, grapping her pillow and hitting him back, throwing herself at him in the meantime.
As they continued to play fight, neither realized how close they were getting to each other, until he looked down to see her pinned beneath him, her hot breaths tickling his neck as her arms gripped his biceps. Unable to resist the temptation he leaned slowly down and kissed her, after minor hesitation she started to kiss him back, her tongue running along the edge of his lips to seek entry. Lowering himself gently, but keeping his weight on his arms, he deepened the kiss further as she moaned into him faintly. Pulling away slightly, but only to let a breath between them, he was relieved when she immediately lifted her lips to find his again, her hands snaking beneath his hoodie, pulling him onto her more.
With one arm resting beside her head he let the other trail over her face and neck before it dipped to the side of her breast, his thumb lightly massaging the forbidden skin, which was only barricaded by her flimsy singlet. He became more excited when she bent one of her legs around his as her hips pushed into his. Groaning he felt himself harden, knowing he was pressing against her and that she could feel him as well he guiltily pulled away, dropping his eyes to his growing package. "Sorry," he whispered.
She had felt him harden, it wasn't something one could easily miss and although she was enjoying the moment she knew he was embarrassed when he pulled away and looked down. "It's okay," she replied, her hands still tracing lines under his hoodie in an attempt to convince him.
"Um, maybe we should go find the others…" he suggested as he began to stand up, not wanting to force her into anything.
"Yeah, good idea," she half smiled, not really able to meet his eye.
