I woke up early Friday morning, wrapped up in Sam's arms as he held me against his chest. Memories of the night before flooded back to me, making me smile to myself. I looked up at Sam, peacefully sleeping. I didn't want to wake him, but the sound of the alarm blaring from his clock radio destroyed that plan. He reached over me without a word and shut it off, falling back onto his bed with a loud groan.
"I like waking up with you, pretty girl," Sam said to me, his voice coming out somewhat husky. He kissed my forehead as I snuggled into him.
"I like waking up with you, too, although I could have done without the snoring," I tease him, placing kisses on his chest.
"I don't snore," He laughs, tickling me along my rib cage to make me squirm.
"Well, not as loudly as Bridget does," I tell h
