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Ch. 5 –

Bella POV

I woke slowly with a smile on my face. I had slept good for the second night in a row, I was starting to feel spoiled. I heard my phone buzz on my nightstand, and I reached over to check my messages. Leah had texted an eggplant, tongue, and droplet emojis. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be a dirty hoe." I wrote back.

"Text me if you and Sam are going to have sex so Brady and I can sneak to where you are and get all riled on the pheromones y'all give off!" She added three eggplant emojis after it.

"It's times like these that I really do wonder why we're friends." I messaged her back.

"I've seen Sam's penis now too, – mind link and all that shit. I had him before he phased, when we were gangly teens. All I can say is, GET IT BIIIIIITCHHHH!" That's it, I was getting a new best friend.

"You've been demoted. You're no longer my best friend." I replied.

"Too bad, no one else likes me. You're stuck for life." She added a bunch of tongue emojis. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"I'm getting up to shower now. I'll text you later. Let's make an appointment to get sugared later this week." I told her.

"Gotta get that *insert smirking cat emoji* nice for your man, huh?" Which was followed by at least ten winking emojis. Jesus Christ. I sent a thumbs up as a reply and put my phone down. I could image her cackle and it made me smile.

I rolled my neck and stretched my arms above my head, I was a little stiff from painting yesterday. I headed to the bathroom to fill up the tub. While that filled, I went down downstairs to make coffee. Charlie had left a note stating he was going fishing with Billy.

"I need to go see him soon." I mumbled. I could bake Billy's favorite lasagna and take it one evening after work.

I poured myself a cup, added a little cream, and made my way upstairs to soak before getting ready. After soaking for a few minutes, I scrubbed with my citrus wash and I felt some of the tension leave my muscles. I opened the plug to let the water out and put my robe on. I got my hot rollers from under the sink and plugged them in. They were old school, but I needed all the help I could get when it came to my hair. I brushed my teeth, did my face routine and went to get dressed. I looked outside and saw the overcast sky. I pulled up my weather app and saw that it was supposed to rain later.

"Dress warm it is…" I mumbled as I opened my new dresser drawers. I pulled on a light weight, stretchy, long sleeved black shirt, some dark wash skinny jeans, and some thigh high black boots with a cute draw string at the top. I put the rollers in my hair, brushed some foundation on, a little bronzer, mascara, and some Chapstick. I went back into my room, put on a simple pendant necklace, studs, and dabbed some of my favorite perfume on my wrists. I took the rollers out and ran my fingers through my hair as I heard a knock downstairs. I opened the door and stared open mouthed at Sam. His work Henley's were a beautiful thing, but casually dressed Sam was fucking spectacular. He wore a tight white tee that outlined his impressive chest with an unbuttoned green flannel over it. He had on dark jeans that clenched beautifully against his thighs. A pair of Katahdin Iron Works boots topped the ensemble off. He smiled down at me as I continued to gawk at him. It fleetingly crossed through my mind that I should close my mouth before I start to drool on myself. He stepped close and his calloused hand framed the side of my face.

"Morning, beautiful." He leaned down and kissed me, slowly, languidly; savoring the taste of lips as if it was his last meal. My hands trailed down his chest and rested on his waistband. He started to trail kisses lightly down my jaw and neck.

"If we don't stop, I'm going to have you for breakfast." He groused into my ear. I shivered.

"I like that idea better." I whispered back. I felt his smile as he nibbled on my earlobe.

"Minx." He pulled back gently and kissed me softly once more.

"Are you ready to go?" He swatted my ass as I turned around to grab my small crossbody bag. I locked the door and he led us to his truck. He opened my door and grabbed my waist to help me inside. I could probably hoist myself up by now, I'd been in it enough times, but I loved the feel of his hands on my body. I buckled myself in and he threaded our fingers together as we headed to the diner in town. Love Ain't by the Eli Young Band came on the radio. Sam murmured the words softly and I smiled as he squeezed my hand.

A giddy feeling came through me. It was easier with Sam. We were going on a date and it didn't matter what time of day it was. He would order and eat with me, instead of simply moving food around his plate to keep up appearances. I didn't have to worry if the sun peeked through the clouds and hit his skin. I also didn't have to worry about cutting myself and him losing control. The strongest worry I had, was if my perfume was too strong for his sensitive nose. It was nice to feel like a somewhat 'normal' teen. His being a shapeshifter only enhanced the attraction. I didn't have to hide my past or trip over lies, he knew it all. He understood the depression that came from someone you thought was your mate, leaving and devastating you. Though Sam didn't break down like I did, he had a pack to run. He parked in front of the diner and once again opened my door for me. His hands lightly roamed up my body as I slid down in front of him. His thumbs brushed over my nipples and my eyes fluttered closed at the contact. A breathy little moan escaped my mouth. I arched toward him lightly and smiled when he hissed in return. I leaned up to brush my lips against his.

"Behave." I smiled against his lips.

"I can't seem to whenever you're around." He murmured over my lips. I didn't know what was happening between us, or why it was so sudden, but I was happy, truly happy for the first time in a long time. Spending time with Sam was as easy as breathing. I'd go with the flow and let this run the course. He was rapidly becoming addicting, despite the warning bells my mind tried to flash at getting attached to someone again.

He pulled back and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I wrapped one around his waist. He locked the truck and we headed inside. He opened the diner door and all conversation seemed to stop as we stepped inside. I blushed and leaned my head against his chest as hushed murmurs let out over a few of the tables. I had forgotten that every damn time I left my house rumors seemed to follow me. Sam bent down to kiss my forehead. Sally, a woman who'd been with the diner as long as it had been open, greeted us and sat us at a booth in the back. She took our drink order and left us a couple minutes to decide what we wanted to eat. Sam linked our fingers together over the tabletop as she came back to take our order.

"I'll have the lumberjack special, please. With an extra stack of pancakes and an extra order of sausage." He told her.

"How would you like your eggs?"

"Sunny side up, please." He smiled and handed her the menu to take.

"What about you, darlin?" She asked me.

"The spinach and mushroom omelet with hash browns, please." I handed her my menu and took a sip of my orange juice.

"Sure thing, sugar. I'll have it right out." She walked away to put in our order. I was about to open my mouth and ask him more about the cabin as someone sauntered up to our table. I looked up to find Lauren and Jessica standing there.

"Bella!" She drawled as she leaned her bubblegum pink manicured hand on our table.

"Long time no see. Who's this fine specimen?" She looked at Sam through her fake lashes like he was a juicy steak, and she hadn't eaten in weeks. I gave her a bored look.

"This is Sam." I responded. I didn't bother introducing them. I'm sure he'd heard about them through Angela or Paul.

"Well, he's sure pretty, let's hope you don't run him off like the last one?" She smiled coyly at me. Sam's hold on my hand tightened as a frown marred his features. I chuckled lightly at her. That's how she wanted to play it? Alright, bet.

"I may have been a shut-in for the past few months Lauren, but you know what I did hear?" I smiled up at her.

"I heard that Tyler left you, for your mother, no less. Your dad moved out and his new college girlfriend is pregnant. With a boy, right? She goes on and on at the supermarket about how elated your father is about it." I pulled my hand from Sam's and linked my fingers underneath my chin.

"As for Edward, you are correct. He might've left town because of me, but at least he didn't shack up with my mom. I'd rather him leave town than have to call him my new 'daddy'." I finished with a sugar sweet smile. Sam coughed into his hand to hide a chuckle.

"Now though, I'm on a date. So, you and your one-person fan base can shimmy on back to your table. I have nothing left to say to you." I pointedly looked away and turned back to Sam.

"I'm really excited to see the new place." I smiled bigger as his grin widened. Lauren glared at me with murder in her eyes and stomped back to her table with Jessica following in her wake, a stunned expression on her face.

"That was sexy." Sam grinned sinfully. I shrugged. I was tired of people thinking I was a pushover. I'd had my heart broken by an entire family. I'd lost my boyfriend who was supposed to be my mate, my best friend, and placebo siblings; it wasn't some silly teenage first crush. But I'd come out of it a stronger person and no one would take that away from me, I'd worked too hard to get to this point.

"I don't like being petty or perpetuating gossip, but shit gets old. My name is Bella, not doormat." I huffed as Sam chuckled.

"So, tell me more about the cabin. Do you still have your other house?" I asked. Sally came and dropped our food off. I took a bite and groaned as Sam thanked her.

"I live in my parent's old house. My dad's kind of the Don Juan of La Push, so it's always just been my mom and I. He comes around every few years on the run from some new woman who claims he impregnated her." He took a bite of his food.

"My mom is a nurse, like Sue. They work at the clinic together. She gave me the house and moved into one of the first cabins I ever built to give Emily and I more room to ourselves." He shrugged and scooped another mouthful of food. I wanted to ask him more about her, but I'd wait a little longer, I wasn't sure if he was comfortable talking about her. Bringing up Edward annoyed me.

"How did you start your company? Why cabins?" I asked him.

"My grandfather on my mother's side was a builder and taught me everything he knew before he passed away when I was a teen. Joshua was also pretty useful with his hands and would teach me a thing or two each time he stayed for a few months. When I phased, I needed something to help my racing mind, to help with the anger. Building gave me that focus I needed to just completely disappear into something and destress. I started out with small things, like furniture and I've worked my way up. We don't just build cabins though, we get contracted for things like the club we went to, office buildings, houses, etc." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm such a basic bitch when I say this, but it's seriously sexy that you can literally build a house from the ground up." He laughed at that.

"My feminist mother would have a heart attack and probably demand I march angrily in the streets, or something else that's equally ridiculous, for even thinking that. Oh well. She stays at home and spends her husband's 'hot pants' money, as Leah calls it." I smiled back at him.

"I'm the cliché woman who likes to cook." I blushed. I really did enjoy cooking. It didn't hurt that I was pretty good at it too. And Sam being able to build shit from the ground up? That called to a primal need inside of me. Men who worked with their hands, were hot. Period.

"You'll have to cook for us one day?" He asked.

"What's your favorite meal?"

"Steak." He instantly replied. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course." I said as he chuckled.

"Being a wolf burns a lot of fuel. The more protein and calories we intake, helps to maintain the energy needed while shifting." He stated. That made sense, though I hadn't really thought of it that way.

"Do you have a gas stove?" I asked him.

"Sure do." He smiled.

"Alright, I bring my cast iron skillet over and make you the best steak you ever had, once your cabin is finished." I told him.

"It's a date." He smiled as I blushed. We finished our meal, and he left a couple twenties on the counter to pay for our food. He ushered me under his arm again and he stopped in front of Lauren and Jess's table. I looked up at him confused.

"Lauren, right?" He asked her. She smiled up him.

"So glad you remembered." She purred at him.

He grabbed my chin gently and tilted my mouth up to meet his. He kissed me until my toes curled, right in the middle of the diner, surrounded by people. A hushed silence fell around us again. He pulled away and looked back at her.

"You can pass that along to Cullen if he ever decides to grace us with his presence again." Sam finished off with a sneer. She just stared as my face flushed. I touched a hand to my swollen lips, still lost in the magic of the kiss. I was quickly becoming obsessed with his kisses.

He pulled us away from the table and swooped me up into his arms as soon as we were outside. I hooked my legs around his waist as he spun me around. I threw my head back and laughed. It was official, I couldn't remember ever being this happy, even with the Cullens. It felt like I'd been spending time with Sam for months, not days. He was a ray of sunshine on a rainy day, a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel. I grabbed his face in my hands kissed him as he pressed me against his truck door. I should feel embarrassed, especially after his display inside, but I was too far gone to care. Sam made me smile, more than I ever had, and I refused to be made to feel embarrassed or sheepish about it. He ran his nose along the column of my throat and growled in my ear.

"Come on, I need to get you somewhere where I can devour you." He lifted me into the truck, ran to the other side and hopped in.

He grabbed my hand again as he pulled out and onto the highway headed towards La Push. We drove through the little town and he pulled off down a sideroad. About a quarter of a mile down sat the most incredible house I had ever seen between a clearing of Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock. The two-story house made of beautiful dark wood with a circular drive out front. Stone steps led the way to a two-door entry way with stone pillars and wooden beams lining the way. The lights in front of the house only helped to accentuate the wonder of it all. The doors were at least twice the size of Sam and had frosted glass in the middle of them. He opened the door and led us inside. To the right sat a small area with bench seats and hooks to hang coats on, it looked like.

"The laundry room is through there, as well as the entrance to the garage on the side of the house." He pointed past the room I was looking at.

To the left was a wide open, beautiful space that the kitchen occupied. Rustic grey toned cabinets lay across two walls with a gigantic black gas stove with a metal hood above it. An island with five chairs nestled against the opposite of it sat in the middle. A state-of-the-art fridge was tucked into the end of the cabinets. As I walked around the space a black farmhouse sink sat in the counter with a large window overlooking the beautiful forest nestled above it. A large metal rack made for pots and pans hung from the ceiling as well. White/cream colored stone backsplash brightened up the dark features. Beautiful multicolored dark wood floors flowed everywhere I could see. Every appliance known to man sat in boxes against another wall.

"I gave my mom my card and she went a little crazy at Bed, Bath, and Beyond." He blushed as I raised an eyebrow at him.

Opposite of the kitchen opened up into a beautiful living room and dining room. The entire back wall of the house had floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the forest and opened to the beach. A beautiful wooden porch with gigantic beams and a metal awning covered the area. Black metal railing surrounded the deck and opened to stairs that led down another stone path that headed to the beach. A grill, patio furniture set, and firepit sat on the patio. In the dining room was a large Industrial table with black chairs and accents to match. A rectangular light fixture hung from the ceiling above it. The table sat at least 10-12 people, which I suppose Sam needed for all the wolves. In the living room sat a gigantic dark pewter leather sectional that had light brown accents sewn in with a couple chaise lounges that attached to the ends. End tables that matched the table along with a coffee table and a plush light brown rug completed the set. A tv as large as the new one Charlie ordered hung above the mantle of an all-stone accented fireplace. An impressive geometric light fixture hung in the middle and lit up the room. He led me down a hidden hallway that had a linen closet and a bathroom for downstairs. A floating wooden cabinet with a large black mirror hung against one wall with black fixtures for the sink and a white countertop. White and black spatial tile sat in a beautiful pattern on the floor. A white toilet sat next to the sink with a modern shelf to house tp and other things on it. White subway tile with dark grout lined the large shower walls. Black glass doors and fixtures adorned it as well.

I could only stare in awe. We hadn't even gone to the second floor yet and the entire house was incredible. I couldn't dream of something this amazing. He then led me up a set of dark metal stairs onto a beautiful landing. To the right again, sat a little nook with bookshelves lining one wall, a large ottoman and a bean bag. A large window facing the forest was nestled in the center. To the left was a long hallway with a few doors off of it.

"Down there will be a couple spare bedrooms, another bathroom to share between them, and my eventual office. I haven't finished those rooms yet. My bedroom is up here behind this little nook.

He led me through a set of dark French doors with the same frosted glass as the front door, slatted in the panels along it, that opened into the biggest master bedroom I had ever seen. The far wall was a black paneled accent wall. A large modern wooden bed sat against it with nightstands and gold accented lights on either side. Plush cream carpet sat beneath my toes. A large empty picture frame sat above the bed. Bookshelves, a large tv, dresser drawers, a chest, a full-length mirror, and a desk sat along the other walls. A small dark couch with light pillows and a chaise lounge sat in the middle of the floor to ceiling windows that gave face to the incredible view. The back corner housed a walk-in closet that I was positive I wanted to live in. Farmhouse doors led way to another beautiful bathroom similar to the one downstairs but with a black wooden counter that housed multiple sinks, white counter tops, and golden accents. The toilet was nestled into its own little door for privacy. A clawfoot tub sat on one side of the room. The large walk-in shower took up the space of the farthest wall. It had multiple heads coming from different directions in it.

"I want to live in your shower." I touched my hand to the black glass door. I heard Sam chuckle behind me as he wrapped his arms across my middle. I walked back into his bedroom still tugged against his chest as I looked around in wonder.

"This entire house is fucking incredible Sam." I looked up at him over my shoulder.

"This view alone…" I trailed off as I looked into the greenery outside. This house was fit for a billionaire it was so incredible.

"I'm glad you think so." He murmured into my neck.

"I started on it after Emily left. I was angry, hurt, and confused. The company was doing great, but my clients would've been confused if I showed up to work all night long after being there all day. So, I started on this. I started drawing one day, and it went from there. I designed this entire space as kind of the antithesis of her." He chuckled and managed to look sheepish.

"Large windows startled her. She said she could see shapes in the night. She bought curtains to cover the windows at my house, now. Everything in the house was bright, white, and yellow. My theme for this house is dark, but I think it flows nicely. My wolf is also black, so he appreciates the coloring." I laughed at that.

"I didn't realize how incredible you are. This is truly a work of art that is meant to be appreciated." I rested my head against his chest.

"I know something else that's meant to be appreciated." He whispered hotly in my ear. A tremor ran through my body as his hands dropped down to the hem of my shirt as he started to slowly work it up my body. He pulled it up and off of my arms and discarded it somewhere on the floor behind us. His fingers deftly trailed along the waistline of my jeans as he popped the button open on them. He dropped to his knees as he slowly peeled them down my legs, dropping kisses periodically along way. After my boots and jeans joined the pile on the floor, he picked me up and deposited me on the middle of the bed.

I brought his face up to mine and proceeded to kiss him with every ounce of want and devotion I felt; tongues battled for control as his hand teased their way all over my body. I drug my nails across his shoulders and down his arms as I felt a tremor work its way through his form. He growled, bit my lower lip, and started to lick his way down my neck. He stopped to pay each breast and nipple equal attention. Tweaking, pulling, and sucking at all of the correct intervals. My body tried to grind against him of its own accord. He made his way down, tongue continuing to swirl and nibble across my pelvis. He hooked two fingers inside the sheer underwear I was wearing and ripped them clean off of my body.

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and dove in with no reservations, like a man starved. He ran his tongue across my most sensitive areas, licking, sucking, and gently nibbling. He used his left thumb and started to caress my nub as two fingers on his other hand proceeded to work their way through my opening. My legs tightened around his head and my fingers dove into his hair, threading and pulling as the throbbing feeling he created in my pussy increased. The feeling came to a crescendo as his fingers raced in and out of me while he swirled and stroked his tongue over my clit, repeatedly. My back arched off of the bed and I'm positive I ripped a few hairs out of his skull while he shoved my legs open as far as they would go and lapped up every last drop of my flowing essence. My body twitched as I came down from the high that he created. He sat back on his knees, eyes flashing gold.

I sat up slowly. I placed my hands on his and teased my way up his body. I drew back the flannel from his shoulders and slowly worked it down his muscled arms. I gripped the white tee and drew it up his magnificent abs and chest. He worked it up over his head and threw it off to the side. I peppered kisses down his body, licking and nibbling my favorite spots. I pushed him back against a pile of fluffy pillows and trailed my hands up his jean clad thighs, they really were magnificent; all thickly corded and powerful. I drew his shoes off and worked his jeans off leisurely. I started to tease that incredible "v" shape with my tongue as I eyed the smatter of dark hair that led down to the prize I wanted. I pulled the tight briefs down and eyed my prize.

Sam's cock was just as striking as the rest of him. I enclosed my hand around it as I sat forward to lick the pearl of precum that appeared on the tip. His head was a perfect mushroom shape, thickness impressive but not so daunting that I'd rip myself in fucking half. I started to stroke my hand up and down as I ran my tongue in teasing little circles around the tip. I saw his abs flex as he groaned and let his head drop back. One hand clenched the blanket while the other dove into my hair. He fisted my locks and set a sensual pace as eased his length in my mouth, a little farther with each pass. I flattened my tongue and swirled it around his length as he dove in my mouth, stroking the veins that ran along the appendage. He put my hand on his balls and started massaging them. I used my other hand to grip the length that wouldn't fit down my throat. I stroked my hand in unison with the pumps of his hips and I rolled his balls gently in my hands.

"Baby…" He ground out.

"I'm going to cum down your throat if you don't stop." He said as he started pistoning his hips faster.

I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel as fucking phenomenal as he made me feel every single time he touched me. His rhythm faltered and he groaned as thick ropes emptied out of the tip and down my throat. I sat back and licked my lips. I crawled up his body and sat in his lap.

He captured my face in his hands and seared our lips together. It was sexy that he didn't care if he tasted himself on my lips, his need to kiss me overrode everything else. I set my hands on his pecs and started to grind against him. I felt his length slide back and forth, across my slit, soaking him. My eyes fluttered closed and his hands dropped and squeezed my hips.

"Bella –" He ground out as he increased the tempo of my hips.

"I need to feel you in me Sam, please." I moaned as I rocked back and forth.

I looked up to find his eyes a molten gold completely throughout. I steadied a hand on is thigh as the other lined him up with my entrance. I braced myself as I slowly sunk down. Sam gently guided my hips up and down, lowering me a little further down on his length each time. I braced myself as I felt him reach my barrier.

"Relax, beautiful." He soothed as he ran his thumbs across my skin.

He swiftly broke through and I cried out in shock. I bolstered myself against his chest as I tensed at the burning sensation that filled my channel. He peppered tender kisses all over my face and rubbed his palms across my back.

"Breathe baby." He spoke into my ear. I opened my eyes and stared into his glowing gaze. I unclenched my muscles and tried to relax. He put his hands back on my hips as he slowly started to ease us back into a cadence. My head dropped back as the burning lessened. I moved myself to match his strokes.

"Sam…" I let out his name on a breathy moan.

"Just like that baby, fuck." He leaned forward and captured a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, and I ground myself harder against his pelvis. Each stroke elicited a jolt that shot straight through me.

I increased the pace as he sucked harder on my peaks. His dropped his hand down and made small motions on my clit. I dug my nails into his legs as the coil that wound itself in me shattered. I ground down as far as I could go as shockwave after shockwave rocked my form. I trembled as I tried to catch my breath. I slowly stilled on top of him.

"Holy shit…" I muttered.

Sam growled, pulled out of me, flipped around to the back of me and rumbled in my ear.

"Grab the headboard."

My hands reached for the mahogany slats as he promptly filled me again. I moaned as he fully sheathed himself inside me. This new angle hit places I wasn't aware existed. He braced an arm next to mine as the other wrapped around my middle. He started to move, languidly at first, as if he was reveling in each stroke.

"Sam!" I cried out. His mouth found the apex of my shoulder blade and he started to suck and nibble.

"More, please, moreeee." I lamented. Both of his hands once again gripped my hips as he started to piston in and out of me. His skin slapping against mine; creating the most erotic sound I'd ever heard. I felt him tense as his hips faltered.

"Mine!" He roared out as I felt jet after jet coat my walls as his cock pulsed inside of me. My body sagged against the headboard as I fought to catch my breath.

"That was fucking incredible." I uttered as Sam gently pulled out of me. He got up and went to the bathroom as I flopped back onto the mattress. He came back with a warm washcloth and proceeded to gently open my legs and clean me.

"Wha-" I trailed off confused until I saw blood on the cloth. I blushed bright red.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled as I attempted to hide my face. How embarrassing. He turned my face towards his.

"Never be sorry for that, ever." He slanted his mouth over my own.

"Thank you for entrusting me with something so precious." He murmured against my mouth.

"I'm glad it was you too." I smiled against his mouth. My stomach chose at that moment to let out a large grumble. Sam let out a laugh as I attempted to not look sheepish.

"Let's feed you." He swept me up in a flurry of blankets and carried me bridal style, down the stairs. He set me down on his couch as he got up to grab his cell from the counter.

I eyed him in all his glory. He truly was a perfect specimen, hand crafted by angels, there was no other explanation for the transcendence that was Samuel Uley. He ordered pizza, breadsticks, and some sides to be delivered as he turned on the tv. He handed me the remote. As I turned on The First 48, he chuckled at me.

"What? It's fascinating." I giggled.

"You're fascinating." He jumped on me and then proceeded to kiss and tickle me. And that was how we spent our afternoon, eating goodies naked and watching trash tv. He took me again on the couch. I decided that my leg thrown over his shoulder was my new favorite position. I was going to be beyond sore tomorrow, but I couldn't bring it to myself to care.

At around 8 we made our way back upstairs so I could freshen up and Sam could take me back home. I was sad to leave, but I was exhausted. He held my hand the entire ride and walked me to my door when we got there. He grabbed the back of my neck and I lost myself in another one of his devastating kisses. I pulled back to see him smiling.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the office beautiful." I kissed him softly once more as I made my way inside. I waited until he pulled out of the driveway before I closed the door. I was in a daze as I went through my nightly routine. I laid down under the covers and squealed while thrashing my legs. I had the biggest stupid smile on my face. My phone dinged.

"Can't wait to see you tmwr beautiful. Xoxo." I nearly melted right there.

"Neither can I. Xoxo." I replied as a text from Leah came in.

"You get that DICKKKK?!" Which was followed by three eggplant emojies, a tongue, water droplets, and a peach emoji. I rolled my eyes.

"Nunya damn business, Clearwater." I sent back with a smiley face.

"Don't hold out on me now bitch!" I laughed. I sent back a 'goodnight' text followed by a bunch of 'shushing' emojis.

"I'll get you crack eventually, Swan!" I smiled as I shut my eyes. I couldn't remember a time where I'd ever smiled so much. I wasn't sure sleeping with my boss was a fantastic idea, but I'd had worse ones before, I'd get through this one too. I fell asleep with Sam's face running through my mind, I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

AN: SOOOOOO, what do you guys think? Good? I hope so! More to come soon!