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Bradley
Dad and I arrived in Munik just before midnight. I wanted to send Sam a text to let her know that we’d arrived but realized I didn’t have my cell phone. We were up and out too early for me to call her the next morning, and by the time we were done with our search, she’d already gone to work. I wonder if she liked the surprise I left for her.
I drop my dad off at home and swing by the dorm before going home. It’s the last place I visited before we left. I must’ve dropped my phone there.
It feels strange, knocking on the door to my old room.
Phil answers the door as if he lives here. “Hey, man. What are you doing here?” He steps aside to let me enter.
The game they’re playing is paused. Garrett and Nate both turn to look at me. Garrett leans back in his chair with his hands joined at the back of his head. He sizes me up like he always does. I don’t even want to know what he’s thinking.
“I can’t stop by to say hi to my friends?” I ask, looking away from Garrett.
Phil gives me an incredulous look. “Didn’t you just get back in town?”
“Yeah.”
“And this is your first stop?” Garrett prods.
My gaze snaps to him. I could take a jab at him, but that would be childish, and that’s not my reason for being here. I smile and look away again.
“I think I accidentally left my phone here the other day.” I scan the room from where I stand.
“You’re welcome to look around. I haven’t seen it.” Nate says. “Then again, I wasn’t really looking. So, it’s probably around here somewhere.”
I search the only two desks in the room. I check the closet and under the pillows. I get down on the floor to look under my old bed, and there it is, tucked neatly against the bedpost near the headboard. I release a sigh of relief. I open it up to see if Sam tried to call or text me.
Nothing.
The last message she sent was Friday morning. Short and sweet, ‘Always.’
It’s only been one day, but it seems like we’ve been separated for weeks. I miss her. I need to see her.
“You really should be careful where you leave your belongings.” Garrett’s condescending tone is followed by a smirk.
Nate and Phil look between the two of us, ready to make a move if something were to go down. I told Nate and Phil about my and Garrett’s situation. They didn’t seem to think it was a problem, or at least that’s what they said. They don’t look too confident in their opinion right now.
I don’t know why I still chose to remain friends with Garrett. If it weren’t for our other friends, I most likely would’ve cut ties with him. He hasn’t made any moves on Sam. So that has a lot to do with it too. If he still had feelings for her, I don’t know that I’d be able to.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Is that some kind of warning?” I ask him. I keep my expression cool.
I don’t know whether his statement is aimed at Sam or not. That’s the thing about Garrett; he’s always been this way since I met him. His snide remarks have always been a thing. Only now, they’re starting to get to me; but I would never let him know that.
“No. Not a warning. Just an observation. I would never let something so precious get left behind. You never know what could happen.” He replies.
I don’t have time for his mind games tonight. “I need to get going.”
Phil and Nate visibly relax. I chuckle at their behavior. Did they think a fight would break out?
“I’ll see you guys later.” I turn and leave without another word.
Sam is already home when I arrive. The light is shining brightly in the kitchen when I walk inside.
“Sam,” I call through the apartment.
“In the kitchen.” Her sultry voice echoes from the next room. It’s like music to my ears. It’s been over twenty-four hours since I’ve seen her beautiful face.
I turn the corner to find her standing there in an apron with two glasses and the bottle of wine that I left her. I examine her as I move closer. I step into her open arms. I place my fingers around the nape of her neck and gaze deep into her eyes. I kiss her slow at first, then with urgency. Her sweet taste invades my senses. I deepen the kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck. The bottle clings to the glasses behind me. She groans into my mouth. I ease away from her lips, placing a kiss on either side of her mouth. I rest my forehead against hers with my eyes closed.
“Welcome home,” she says breathily.
“I missed you.” I pull back to look into her eyes.
“That was some greeting.”
My hands move down to her back and even further. My eyes quirk at her near-naked body. “This is some greeting,” I respond, snapping the band of her panties against her skin.
She gasps in surprise.
“Did you enjoy your surprise?” I ask.
“I did.” A blush tints her skin. She averts her eyes away from me.
I cup her cheeks between my palms, drawing her attention back to me. “I’d like to finish what I started.”
She nods. She doesn’t have to speak. Her eyes say it all. I grab the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist. Our eyes remain focused on each other as I carry her to our bedroom.
The bedroom is spotless. The bed is made with one corner of the comforter folded back. The remaining rose petals from last night are tucked into a small glass dish on the nightstand. I wish I were there to see her face when she walked in. That doesn’t matter now. What does matter is the energy coiling between us and what I’m about to do to her.
I set her on her feet. She hands me the glass flutes, fills them halfway, and sits the wine bottle down. Her skin glistens in the dimly lit room.
She clinks her glass to mine in a toast. “To us.”
“To us,” I concur.
I down the contents of my glass, and she takes a few sips from hers. I take the glass from her and set them both down. She turns in front of me, fisting her hair to pull it across her shoulder. The view from behind is exquisite.
“Will you help me with this?” She asks.
The apron is draped around her neck and tied in a simple bow at her waist. I know she doesn’t need the help, but I’d be a fool to refuse her request. I pull at the long strings and let them fall by her side. I pull the apron over her head and let it fall to the floor. She sucks in a small breath when I unfasten her bra. My fingers guide the bra straps down her arms. I step closer to her. Gripping the contours of her waist, I kiss the nape of her neck. I take in her sweet scent.
She takes my hand and pulls me in front of her. Her small hands work on releasing me from my white button-up, black slacks, and boxers. I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants when they fall to the floor. She pushes against my bare chest until I’m forced to sit on the bed.
“Thank you for last night,” she says with a sexy smirk. “Tonight, I want to see you, all of you. I want every move etched into my memory,” she adds.
She steps slowly out of her panties, giving me a small show. She straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. Her lips cover mine in a simmering kiss. My hands rest on her side.
It’s been a few months since Sam started her birth control regimen, but we still wanted to be careful. As much as I long to feel her bare skin, the choice is hers to make.
She lifts up on her knees slightly and reaches down between us. Her hand wraps tightly around me as she guides me into her. My hands tighten around her waist at the feel of her silken skin. Both of our breaths resonate into the quiet room. Her movements ease the painful longing within me. The feel of her grinding against me is unlike anything I’ve felt before. Her tongue matches my movement, driving deeper into my mouth. Her fingers grasp at the hair in the back of my head. Her perky nipples rub against my chest with every move she makes.
Her mouth leaves mine. Her head falls back as she continues to ride me. I pull her eyes back to me. I can feel something building against my swollen cock. She’s on the verge of release. I want to see her face when she comes.
I pump harder into her. “Let go, baby. I got you.”
She pulsates around me, sending waves of pleasure through me. I spill my seed into her with one final stroke. Her head slumps against my shoulder. I flip her over onto her back and retrieve a wet cloth to clean up the evidence of our lovemaking.
I nestle into the bed behind her. We lay still and wordless. Her breathing begins to slow after a few minutes. It’s not long before exhaustion takes me away too.
