Sam knocked on our front door dead at 6pm. My Dad answered it, shook his hand and invited him in, a vast difference from the way Dad had greeted Lucas whenever he had visited our house, if Lucas had even bothered to get out of his car that is, usually he would sound the horn and I'd go running out to him but if he did happen to make it to the door, dad would just grunt and make him wait outside for me.
Sam looked hot in his dark jeans, white Nike shoes and white dress shirt. I could smell his cologne, but it wasn't overpowering; it smelt woodsy. He looked like a male model, and I was so busy checking him out that I didn't even notice he was holding out a beautiful white rose for me, a wide smile crossing his handsome face.
"Thank you," I can feel a blush rushing up my cheeks as I take t
