I woke up before the alarm went off, groaning to myself, knowing I had to go to my Mother's house for the weekend, but then I felt Sam's arm wrap around me, and I smiled. I'd get to see him again on Sunday when his team came to the coast to play. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was just after 6 am, and Bridget and I didn't have to leave here until at least 8, and if I even attempted to wake her before 730, there would be hell to pay.
I rolled over and looked up at Sam, who was still sleeping, his dark brown hair falling onto his face, and sweat glistening on his chest. The room was stifling hot, indicating that we were in for another scorching summer's day. I broke out of his hold and heard him moan a little. I walked over to the window and opened it, letting the fresh air
