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Current Chapter Posted - Saturday, June 18th 2016

Basically this chapter might include some "smoke foreplay" (lol wtf is that anyway) between Beer Boy and Barbie Girl! Look at the picture ;) and read the little snippet. To give me enough time to write, may I ask for 1.1k votes this chapter? 

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{ Chapter 20 } : The Moment That Led To More. 

      The thing about bad memories is that they often came back to haunt you at the worse and at the most inconvenient times.

Mine frequently drifted back to me in my nightmares, when my mind was open and vulnerable. Sometimes it was the same memory. Other times it was the rare one that only flickered once in a while.

Tonight I was lying down beneath soulless baby blues. His touch felt so real. Combing his fingers through my fanned strands. Running over my heated skin. My thighs wrapped around his hips. My hands held high and pinned above my head.

One second there was love, the next second it was gone, flashing away like a clap of thunder. My tender emotions were drowned and washed away in the dark riptide that followed - the one that revealed his true colors and cast a black blanket over my very being.

I awoke on a ferocious cry, my body jerking violently.

Sweat was smeared around my collarbone and trickled in the valley between my breasts. My hair was matted to my forehead, and I was in a desperate need to change my tank top.

My chest felt thick and heavy as it headed up and down in a rapid rhythm. I gave another loud cry - this one stemmed from a seed of frustration and hopelessness - as my shoulders shook with the sobs I forcefully retained.

I cried again in the darkness of my room. My eyes caught the time. Four am. Too early to start my day and too late to still get a good night's sleep.

Fvck Joey Donald and his fvcking existence, I thought in bitterness, as I ripped my covers aside. I went on to change.

When my heart's pace calmed down a bit, I breathed a few times through my nose, standing in the middle of my room.

A prickly sensation crept over me, leaving me feeling icky and nasty on the inside. I wondered how I got to this point in my life and how I could overcome it. I was as clueless as yesterday.

With barely any sounds, I padded towards the bathroom and got myself cleaned up. Running cold water over my face and neck until I was satisfied with the now cooling sensation seeping into my hot skin.

On my way back I carefully tip-toed to my room when I came to a slow stop upon spotting Sam's bedroom door ajar.

Spying wasn't in my nature, but curiosity took the better of me and I inched closer. I couldn't see besides for the dim-lighting bathing the hallway... An invisible force kept propelling me forward.

I wondered if he left it open by accident.

My fingernails barely grazed his door when I heard a grated, "You can come in."

Now I was faced with two possibilities: run back to my room and pretend like this never happened, or suck it up and feed my piqued curiosity. I wanted to see what he was doing awake at such an hour.

Entering his barely-lit premise felt intimate, and I was automatically assaulted by a familiar musky scent as I crossed the threshold.

"You're awake," I said softly. Upon closing his bedroom door behind me, I leaned against it, scared that someone would find us. As if this was an important secret.

His flaring eyes met mine. "So are you."

Sam was shirtless and in low-riding jeans. My heart picked up beats faster and faster, and not because of a nightmare. No. This felt like a secret because something about Sam was mysterious, roguish and alluring. His cocky sometimes dark bad boy charm spoke to me on an unearthly level. I realized he was the perfect portrayal of every young female's fantasy.

And he was sitting down a few feet away from me, his bare muscled back propped up against the side of the bed.

The musky scent in the air was mixed with something...

"You smoke?" I asked, my attention diverted by the small joint dangling between his fingertips.

He brought it to his mouth. Took a hit. "Not really," he chuckled without humor.

Sam must have felt my reluctance because he patted the spot on the ground next to him when I stayed standing and I hesitated, wondering if I wanted to be that close to him. Then I told myself it was a great chance to admire his tattoos.

"You smoke?" he retaliated.

I smirked a little bitterly. "Not really."

I dropped down to the ground beside him. Sam watched me with an intent look in his eyes. I fidgeted. His mouth graced me with a teasing smirk as his eyes traced down my body.

"Tell me something, Anna," he whispered slash drawled under his breath. "Do you have an aversion to pants?"

I braced my legs closer to my chest and wrapped my arms around my shins. As always, I was only in a pink tank and black booty shorts - I could never sleep in too much clothing.

"Don't hate," I muttered under my breath.

"Not hating, Barbie. You've got fantastic fvcking long legs."

I worked out a lot to get my toned legs. My toned everything, actually. "Thanks, Beer Boy. I'm liking your chest, too. Namely your washboard-worthy abs."

Sam clicked his tongue mockingly and flicked my shoulder. He playfully and innocently dragged down one of my spaghetti straps. "You naughty, naughty girl. Knew you were checking me out in between insults."

"Well, I did say you were hot."

"And I did say you were gorgeous out of this world, Miss Canada."

I moaned in embarrassment and my body flushed from his compliment. "Oh, God. I'm so embarrassed right now. Don't remind me again."

Sam half-smiled, a little too sexy. "It was a good night."

It was weird...How Sam and I could sit together in companion silence, judging from how we once started off on the wrong foot. We seemed to be in each other's company without any snarky comments or rude comebacks. His elbow was touching mine and it wasn't uncomfortable.

In fact there was electricity pulsating between us, beginning from where our limbs touched and travelling to my curled toes.

Sam felt it, too. Even in the dim light, his eyes sought mine with something deep and powerful resonating in them.

"I heard you," Sam confessed in a gravelly voice. "You were shouting.

I concentrated on the thick smoke pouring out of his lips, wafting in the air. "It was just a stupid nightmare."

"Care to share?"

"Not really."

What I liked about him in this moment was that he didn't press me for more information. I didn't want to give him more.

However I did cave in when the silence became unbearable. "I, uh, have nightmares sometimes -" Often."- and since I can't decipher reality from fiction, it doesn't always end well for me."

The rough pads of Sam's fingertips teased my knuckles with a feather-like touch. "Do you ever talk to anyone about them?"

"No." A set of shivers snaked up my spine. He needed to stop touching me like that.

"Well you should."

"You offering to play therapist for me, Sam?"

"For you?" He arched a jagged blond eyebrow. He dipped his head until his seductive purr released against my earlobe. "Anything, Barbie."

I shuddered out a laughed and he winked at me, not knowing what kind of effect he had on me.

When Sam took a hit of his spliff, my eyes followed the movement of his mouth unconsciously. Once the smoke billowed softly out of his parted lips, he wet them with his tongue. I stared. He mistook my actions for wanting weed.

He held his hand out to me. "Want some?"

I bit my lip, debating. It had been quite some time since I'd last smoked. It wasn't my thing. In the past, I'd tried it out a couple of times for the fun of it with some people. But it wasn't something that stayed with me.

I, however, didn't judge those who did.

"If you don't then I respect and understand that."

Gingerly I took it from Sam's nimble fingers, careful not to touch them. But it was useless; we always touched. My fingertips thrummed at the contact and I shakily brought it to my mouth and took a hit.

Sam watched me carefully again, with a sexy low-lidded look in those incredible eyes of his. They seemed to grow in color and depth when he realized at the same time that I did that I curved my mouth where his had previously been.

He liked that, I could tell, from the devilish smirk on those full lips.

There was a familiar feeling filling up the atmosphere. The familiar smell of weed calming down my muscles, my very being. The familiar dark surroundings of the guestroom in which I'd locked myself up many times before to smoke or get lost in my thoughts. And, finally, the familiar pair of emerald green eyes watching my every breath, my every move with a hint of dark playfulness in them. All those factors created for the ambiance I found myself in.

Three hits later and I passed it back to Sam, seemingly calmer already. "When did you start smoking?"

"It's not something I do often, but two years now," he whispered. "I only smoke when I need to decompress or if I've had a bad day. Maybe once every two months. Not exactly ideal for an athlete like myself, eh?"

I offered him what he offered me. "Want to talk about it?" I suggested politely.

"I'll talk about my issues when you talk about yours."

We shared gazes. Behind the teasing smiles, there was a mutual understanding lurking like a shadow - We were not ready to share that part of our lives. It was too intimate. It was too real. It was too more.

So I did what we did best and hid our true selves behind nonchalant demeanors, like we never caught each other gazing at one another at different times. It was our playful masks and we'd continue teasing each other, feeding more fuel to the rising tension between us.

We passed around the joint and every time our hands touched, I felt something within me blossom.

Hope. That I wasn't damaged goods. That Joey hadn't completely ruined me for other guys. I still felt attraction.

I was moving on from being closed off.

With every inhale, I could see the tension unraveling from Sam's tightly coiled muscles. His biceps bulged underneath that taut bronze skin and his tattoos skirted with every movement. When he perched his elbow on his bent knee, the phoenix on his shoulder and upper arm seemed like it was coming to life. Taking flight. The scripture inked along the side of his ribs gleamed as he moved his hand forward and around his elongated leg. He toyed with the rip in his jeans.

All in all, he looked good for four am. Not like my rattled self. Every inch of his torso was roped with strong muscles and you could tell he was a physical kind of guy. His bruises were fading and the arrowed mop of his hair was long now, flopping on his forehead carelessly. The sides of his hair were cropped closely to his head in a styled fade. I noticed his stubble was trimmed until it resembled a light five o' clock shadow.

Samuel Adams was too good-looking for his own good.

My heart raced erratically in my chest like a caged animal.

His cheeks hollowed as he took another hit. Reaching forward, I touched his earlobe unconsciously.

Sam barely flinched. Instead, cobra-sharp, his fist jerked out to grasp my wrist. I gasped. Mirth danced in those eyes of his. The strong hold he had on me began to hurt. It was like he was clenching my heart.

"Anna," Sam breathed out, holding my hand close to his temple now.

He loosened his hold. Then he released a cloud of smoke against the skin of my inner wrist. It fanned out white before disappearing in the air. There was something strangely er*tic about the move. Unless I was already getting fvcked up.

His eyes were just as glazed and smoky. "Sam."

"Don't tell me you're high already?" he taunted.

I wanted to hit his shoulder, but I ended up squeezing it. "Please," I whispered mockingly. "It takes a lot to get me high."

Sam shot me his signature cocky smirk. "All right, Barbie. Spill. When did you start smoking?"

"Two years ago. I've only done it a handful of times, and only when I felt down or something." I added reluctantly, "My ex introduced me to it."

Sam's molten eyes hardened and a muscle jumped in his chiseled jaw. He draped his arm over the bed, behind my neck and lazily fingered the bare skin of my shoulder. I shivered. He smirked. I lowered my lashes. He angled his body my way.

Just like that the se*xual tension skyrocketed. It was a good thing we were smoking, because it would have been a helluva lot awkward. I was calm and mellow right now. So was he.

Silence once again made its presence and we quieted down as we continued passing the joint. I was glad I came to him. I needed this. His presence was what truly calmed me down.

"I used to be really good at shotgun," I mumbled out of the blue. He gave me a wide-eyed look, and I burst out laughing. The weed was totally hitting me.

Sam covered my mouth with his hand so my laugh wasn't heard everywhere in the house. He was cute for doing that. Actually, he was just plain cute. "I have a hard time believing you, Barbie."

"Oh, yeah?"

His gaze latched onto my lips. "Oh, yeah."

"I swear it."

"Prove it." Challenge grew in his gaze, along with a mixture of mischief. "Show me you're not all about talk."

I didn't like challenges. Nor did I back down from them. "I don't have anything to prove to you," I said slowly and defensively.

Sam shifted closer until his face was inches from mine; Until I could see the copper flecks in his green gaze."You're scared."

There was more than one meaning to that word, I knew it.

My eyes narrowed. He grinned knowingly. My stare went back to his - his dropped to my lips. Again.

Never breaking eye contact, Sam extended his arm until my head was cradled in the crook of it. My own hand skimmed up to cup his stubble peppered jaw and the touch shot electricity through me.

My knees bumped the side of his thigh. With his other free arm, he circled my waist, bringing us chest-to-chest. Face-to-fvcking-face.

"Keep that mouth open wide for me," he rasped sexily. "I've got plans for it."

Oh. My. God.

I clenched his waist in warning. This was not the time to tease me. Not my when thoughts were clouding over and shining a beacon of light on nothing except for his voice, his face and his body right now. Sam chuckled huskily and the sound reverberating through me, hitting all the right spots.

His cheekbones rose to prominence as he inhaled smoke, watching me lazily under that predatory gaze. Sam looked like he had plans for me. "Come closer," he beckoned me with a crooked finger.

I obeyed, slanting my head. He slanted his the opposite direction. Smoke released. Hollowing my cheeks, I took it in, making my inhale his exhale. I sucked in the smoke from the small inch gap between our lips. Our noses brushed. Our eyes held.

I was wrong; this was the most er*tic thing.

Sam couldn't look away.

Tipping my head back, I set free a thick cloud of smoke in the air.

Pride soared in me as I glanced at him. "Proved it."

Sam's fingers sifted through my ponytail. He clutched it tight. "Not convinced yet."

I knew where this was going. More. This was more. I canted an eyebrow. "No?"

"Let's try again," he growled softly.

Teasing him, I arched forward, letting our chests glide. "Come closer to me."

We did it again. This time Sam snaked a hand around my waist and held me in a bone-crushing grip. My breasts were squashed against his pecs. This time I held onto the nape of his neck, the burning skin there searing mine. This time I fingered the rip in his jeans at his knees until he breathed short and shallow. This time our mouths nearly accidently brushed. This time I teased him. I gasped at the warm contact. Something in Sam's eyes heated.

Smoke drifted in our surroundings but all we saw was each other's eyes and felt only each other's touch.

"Again," he whispered, rough, once I released his exhale. "Come closer. More."

The last word didn't settle with me, but a fog clouded my mind, making me see murky and further confusing my decision making skills.

I went closer. I straddled his waist. One leg over his hip.

His big hand was dangerously close to my a$s. I gasped as he released smoke into my mouth. The hand on my b0ttom squeezed. I moved closer.

"Again?"

"Again."

My turn to take a hit. Sam tilted his head back, ready for more. His strong throat worked with anticipation. I smoothed my fingertips down the tantalizing skin. His breathing picked up.

Sam didn't like it when I teased him. His hand moved from my hair, down to my face and down to my neck and down to the swells of my brea$ts. Sam was making a statement right there. Tease me and I'll tease you right back. He purposely flirted the back of his knuckles over the sensitive skin of my chest and I lost it. The smoke billowed over his face instead of in his mouth.

His eyes hooded over. "Go again."

I slanted my head and held onto his face. He liked that. He liked it a little too much.

We tried again. It worked. Sam inhaled my smoke and jerked me impossibly closer. Our c*res slid together. I feathered out a breath in surprise.

Sam pulled a really hot move then. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he blew out smoke in an er*tic mess against the column of my bare throat. I gasped softly at the feeling, everything inside of me melting and slowing down at the same. He kissed me there. My fingers dug in his broad shoulders. An embarrassing sound escaped me. His deep laugh rang through my entire body, shaking something colossal inside of me. My heart or soul, I wasn't sure.

"Sam," I whispered out.

He said in awe, "Anna."

After that it was all about sensation. Where our hands would roam next. Where our skins would touch next. We went at it again. Again. Again. Again. Taking in smoke. Releasing out smoke. Sam continued teasing me and I was helplessly at his mercy. Sometimes he'd release it playfully against my jaw. Again. Again. Again. Nipping my collarbone in warning when I squirmed on top of him. I was teasing him now and he was at my mercy. Sometimes I'd exhale smoke against his pect0rals, so close to his caramel colored n*pples. It drove him crazy. Again. Again. Again.

"Anna," he called out to me in the dark.

This had dragged out too long and I could no longer think properly. Maybe I was high now. That was the only reason why my brain would justify mine and Samuel Adams's smoke foreplay. Go figure.

"Sam."

He watched me like an animal with a feral look in his eyes. Like he wanted to eat me up alive. Or kiss me. Or both. I was game to make out with him.

God...God...God. What was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking.

My legs on either side of his hips, I balanced myself on his lap, my h*ps smug against his. He was still sitting on the floor, but reclined now. My hands ran from his rock-hard stomach muscles to his even firmer chest, to his corded neck and up to his jaw where I pressed my thumb.

"One more time," he whispered.

Sam brought the joint to my mouth. I inhaled, leaving the smoke swirling inside of my mouth for a little longer. Sam plastered me to himself. Warmth seeped through me. I was never cold around him. Not anymore.

Right now I was on cloud nine.

"More," he grated like a plea, like a command, like an order.

Our lips grazed. His banded arms tightened around me as a sound of need escaped him. Our heads slanted one last time.

I finally exhaled - he inhaled.

And it was in the darkness of his room that I realized what I was truly scared of. What Samuel awoke inside of me. More. The feeling of wanting more.

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He was waiting for me when I came down the stairs.

Freshly showered, he was adorned in a classic white tee with Calvin's molding perfectly to his perfect a$s and muscled legs. A hint of diesel boxer peaked out just a tad bit - enough to be acceptable and enough to be a tease.

Sam's head was bowed and his shoulders curved in. Arms crossed over his chest, he stared seriously at the ground beneath his feet.

At the sound of my footsteps, he glanced up. Arms falling at his sides, he straightened up from his reclined position against the entrance wall.

"Hey," he croaked.

My muscles locked. "Hey."

He pawed his still wet mop of dark blond and...almost seemed fidgety, nervous. Sam was always composed, unless he was angry or annoyed. But never nervous. "I thought I'd wait for you and...see if you needed a ride."

I tried not to stare at him in disbelief.

"I-I just thought since we were leaving from the same place we'd save time."

I bit my lip and held his gaze. I sensed the desperation there. The need for me to accept his offer. The want of having me ride with him.

This was the more. When we woke up this morning, a mess of tangled limbs on his bedroom floor, our legs and arms wrapped around each other like vines - I knew we'd made another stupid mistake. The stupidest of them all.

It made leeway for more mistakes.

I shouldn't have liked his smile this morning when our faces were inches apart. I liked the lone dimple grooving his cheek too much. And, I shouldn't' have liked the heated look he gave me - last night it was of a wickedly dark bad boy and this morning of a satisfied virility God with all that golden stubble and sleep-tousled hair. My personal Adonis.

And because my insides fluttered at being woken up so intimately close to him. I knew I had to get the fvck out.

I couldn't avoid him anymore though.

More was placed right in front of me.

Could I really run away from him? The answer was no. Not when he clouded my thoughts and judgment more than the sweet smoke from last night. Not when he moved to stand in front of me, tall, dark and handsome. A muscle of fortress evading my space.

"Anna," Sam murmured my name like it was a secret, and reached forward to touch a piece of my wet blond hair.

Instantly I was reminded of last night, of how amazing his fingers had felt sifting through my hair, of how amazing his lips had left against my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath and took two steps backs.

He looked wounded - as if I'd already said no - and reached inside his jeans pocket for wallet and keys.

I didn't like that look on him. "Sam." My fingers tugged on his forearm.

He peered at me hesitantly over his shoulder. The hopeful look he shot me felt like darts-tipped in poison anchoring through my chest. God, I was a b*tch to him.

Sam wanted more, too. I could no longer deny the attraction I felt towards him and he towards me. It was there since the first day and the flame only grew bigger and bigger.

When our gazes latched, we knew there was no avoiding this. I felt it settling inside of me, engrained in my bones, my veins, my fibers. He must have felt it, too. The low-lidded quality of his eyes spoke volumes.

My chest rattled. The demons sought to break their chains and escape my tightly bound confinements. For once in a long time, there was light at the end of the tunnel.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Sam confessed hoarsely. He fell against the wall opposite of me. His throat worked with a difficult swallow.

I landed sideways on the other wall. "S-Sam."

"You know it," he rasped. "You've known it for awhile."

In the early morning light, this moment felt surreal and unearthly. I'd forever remember it.

"I know it," I finally said. "I know it, Sam."

We shouldn't feel this way, his eyes said. It's fvcking wrong and probably not for the best.

I know. I know it, Sam.

A heavy sigh fluttered out into the tension-packed air. "Come with me, Anna."

One look at him and my answer became evident. I leaped into more. "Yes."

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A/N's: Okay Sam and Anna are admitting they want more? That smoke scene? I've been wanting to write it for the longest time. Leave me your thoughts <3