When we got home I noticed that the vehicles were there, signaling that the boys had already arrived. Samuel carried my bag over his shoulder, and I walked behind him as he opened the door.
There were loud noises coming from the living room, and Samuel sighs loudly.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, taking my bag and he frowns at me. “What?”
“You should eat something.”
“I will . . . later.” He doesn’t say anything and it’s my turn to unravel him as I stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek. To my dismay, he only smirks at me. Damn it, where’s the blush?
“Are you trying to tease me, Ms. Vera?”
I’m speechless, his voice low and sensual. I take a step back, before sprinting up the stairs, shutting my door behind me. Plopping onto the bed, I groan, struggling to calm my errati
