It’s It was 3 am in the morning when somebody came knocking on the door. It said: “Ella. Open up. It’s me, your childhood friend, Sam.”
I woke up from my bed and hurriedly opened the door, without even checking how I look like in the mirror.
“Don’t you know what time is it?” I asked with this annoyed look on my face. “And who the hell are you, anyway?”
I looked up to meet is face. God, spare me. I just saw the most gorgeous man of all. Brown chestnut hair, green eyes and tall structure. He has this oh-so pretty smile as well.
“I’m sorry for barging in here so suddenly. It’s just that when I came back from Canada, the first thing I thought when I came here was to visit my dear Ella.” He explained, while I’m still daydreaming about how hot can he be and when’ll I get the chance to touch him.
It seems like he noticed me drooling over is face. He laughed. And the way he laughed made me remember all those days before when I was in high school. It was Sam. I can’t believe it. Sam, my dorky friend back then.
“Sam! It’s you. It’s actually you!” I gasped, as I reached my arms to meet him and embrace him. He was embracing back. We really missed each other, huh?
Just then I sensed—women’s intuition—Patrick. He was half-naked, great another guy to drool over. He was sleepy and was scratching his head.
“Hey old lady, who’s the person barging in here at this hour?” He asked, annoyed.
I let go of my embrace to Sam and turned around to meet Patrick. “He’s Sam. My high school friend. He just came from Canada.”
Patrick frowned, but he didn’t say anything. He went back to his room.
Sam, who was shocked to see a younger, hot and sexy boy in my apartment, asked me in confusion. “Are you hiring younger guys to allure you while you’re bored and don’t have anyone to do it with?”
I slapped his face. “Stupid.” I muttered. “Of course not! It just so happens that we live in the same apartment.”
“What? Why?”
We sat on the couch and I told him why we ended up together. He just smiled and said: I see, there’s nothing to worry about then. I stared at him, confused. What does he mean by that?
“So, anyway, did you fulfill your dream of becoming a professional photographer?” I asked. It was always Sam’s dream of being a photographer.
He nodded and smiled. “Yup. I got entered into this really cool school for aspiring pro-photographers in the future. I can’t believe I actually made it.”
“Aww, that’s so cool. I’m so happy for you.” I smiled. I can’t believe Sam, has become this handsome. It’s not like he was ugly before, but he’s the type of guy of who doesn’t stand out. He’s cute, but in a dorky way. He’s not a nerd as well. He’s just, normal, I guess.
“You’re still as pretty as before, Ella.” He whispered. I just smiled and said nothing. He always had the hots for me even before.
“You’ve changed, Sam. You’re really handsome now. It’s not like you’re ugly before, it’s just that—“ Before I was able to finish what I was talking about, he hugged me and kissed me. It was kind of humiliating since I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and everything. It was rude of him, but still I appreciate his effort. It was sweet, in a way.
He tasted like toasted marshmallows. I guess he went camping before he got here. He was kissing me like a hungry lion, who’s been hungry for a week, longing to eat its prey, I felt powerless. He was a good kisser. Maybe he practiced a lot for this day to come. He shoved his tongue, and did all those things I don’t want to mention. We kissed on the couch for too long. So it was then that he positioned me under him, still kissing but with additional touching, nuzzling and moaning like hell. I noticed him removing his jacket and T-shirt. Only to let me see his perfectly-built abs. I guess he thought it wasn’t fair of him to touch me. Maybe he wants me touch him as well. So I did. I touched his marvelously abs and felt it using my lips, while he was biting my ear. It was a naughty scene. If Patrick saw this, I don’t know what I will do.
Wait! Why in the world am I thinking of Patrick in this type of scenario? It’s not like he’s my boy friend or something, besides he’s a teenager. Stop! Stop thinking about Patrick, just enjoy the heavenly feeling you get when you kiss someone hot.
But after that, it was me who broke the kiss. “I’m sorry, Sam. It’s just that I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and it’s embarrassing.” I looked away and blushed.
He just laughed; can you believe how rude he can be?
“I’m sorry, Ella.” He finally said. “It’s just that I think you haven’t been sleeping. I can taste that you have been smoking all night in your room. It doesn’t matter you know?”
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s been a long time since I have smoked.” I told him. “BTW why did you come back? I mean why did you even visit here? You’re a pro-photographer aren’t you, you shouldn’t be wasting your time here, right?”
He just smirked and said nothing.
“Well, whatever.” I said. “You want to eat something?”
He nodded as he helped me prepare the food.
