Jess tilted back on the park swing, leaning into the warm heat of Sam's chest. For someone who was so cutely awkward outside of the lecture halls, he sure knew how to show a girl a good time.
Instead of trying to overcompensate, he had brought her to a cute hole-in-the-wall restaurant that she was determined to visit again. The food was excellent and relatively inexpensive; she was surprised that more students weren't aware of the place. And instead of trying to finish the night off with a movie or dancing at a club, they had walked down to a quiet park, chatting about anything and everything.
Though, Jess acknowledged reluctantly, that probably meant she was just a cheap date with people she was comfortable with. She already felt more comfortable with Sam than any of her previous boyfriends and their first date hadn't yet finished.
"Jess?" Sam asked, a faint thread of worry in his tone as he stopped the swing completely. For being such a beanpole, Sam was pretty strong.
Jess found herself frowning inwardly at the return of his nervousness, though. She had been sure that Sam had banished his first date jitters after she had gotten him talking with her, opening herself up to any questions he managed to ask. Sam would just have to learn that she wasn't some blonde cheerleading harpy and there was no reason to be nervous around her. But there would be plenty of time for him to catch on, since Jess was definitely keeping him.
Smiling, Jess dug her bare feet into the sand and lifted herself up off the park swing, looping her hand around Sam's neck to pull him into an upside-down kiss. His lips were warm and chapped, pressing against hers hesitantly until she swiped her tongue over his upper lip. He opened up for her then, twining their tongues as he devoured her mouth with a skill that made her toes curl.
If asked, she would deny the faint whimper that came from her throat when Sam pulled back to steal her swing, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. She lifted herself up from his thighs, humming contentedly when Sam caught her mouth and resumed mapping out her tonsils. Her mind fogged pleasantly as Sam showcased some excellent kissing skills, letting her thread fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Her late grandmother would've called him a keeper. And there was no way she was letting him go.
FILLED: A Keeper (Sam/Jess)
Instead of trying to overcompensate, he had brought her to a cute hole-in-the-wall restaurant that she was determined to visit again. The food was excellent and relatively inexpensive; she was surprised that more students weren't aware of the place. And instead of trying to finish the night off with a movie or dancing at a club, they had walked down to a quiet park, chatting about anything and everything.
Though, Jess acknowledged reluctantly, that probably meant she was just a cheap date with people she was comfortable with. She already felt more comfortable with Sam than any of her previous boyfriends and their first date hadn't yet finished.
"Jess?" Sam asked, a faint thread of worry in his tone as he stopped the swing completely. For being such a beanpole, Sam was pretty strong.
Jess found herself frowning inwardly at the return of his nervousness, though. She had been sure that Sam had banished his first date jitters after she had gotten him talking with her, opening herself up to any questions he managed to ask. Sam would just have to learn that she wasn't some blonde cheerleading harpy and there was no reason to be nervous around her. But there would be plenty of time for him to catch on, since Jess was definitely keeping him.
Smiling, Jess dug her bare feet into the sand and lifted herself up off the park swing, looping her hand around Sam's neck to pull him into an upside-down kiss. His lips were warm and chapped, pressing against hers hesitantly until she swiped her tongue over his upper lip. He opened up for her then, twining their tongues as he devoured her mouth with a skill that made her toes curl.
If asked, she would deny the faint whimper that came from her throat when Sam pulled back to steal her swing, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. She lifted herself up from his thighs, humming contentedly when Sam caught her mouth and resumed mapping out her tonsils. Her mind fogged pleasantly as Sam showcased some excellent kissing skills, letting her thread fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Her late grandmother would've called him a keeper. And there was no way she was letting him go.