What I Hate About Me

“What’s up people?!” I yelled blasting through the door.
I heard a couple of laughs.
“Leah!” I shouted and skipped next to her.
She laughed.
“Well, let’s see him.” I smiled big at her.
“He’s waiting for us at my house.” She smiled.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” I shouted jumping up from the seat and pointing at the door.
More laughs.
“Wait. Can I talk to you for a minute?” Sam asked.
I nodded my head, “Very well.”
He smiled and grabbed my hand.
He took me to his room.
Without a word, he kissed my lips.
It was soft, telling me he loved me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He grabbed my legs, keeping me up, and pushed me against the wall.
“Say it. Please.” He mumbled against my lips.
I kissed down his face, to his jaw and to his neck.
I found his soft spot and bit down on it. He let out a moan.
“I love you.” I said against his neck.
I started nibbling on it.
“I love you Sam.” I said. He cupped my face and brought it to his. He kissed me hard.
I pulled away.
He frowned.
“I have to go meet Leah’s new boyfriend.” I said, while my head was on his chest.
“Have fun. Stay safe, please.” He said.
I nodded my head.
“I love you.” He said.
I smiled at him, “I love you too.”
I unwrapped my legs and walked back to the living room, with Sam holding my hand.
“Let’s go, Leah.”
She smiled and got up.