at the couch seat next to me, and I gestured that she should come and sit down. I didn’t know why she was suddenly so afraid of me. It’s not like I’d ever given her any reason to be.
“Um…well, when I first came to school, I liked to go out and party as much as most of the other freshman did.” She shifted uncomfortably, as if I would judge her for partying. I wasn’t that much of a hypocrite. “Sophomore year I buckled down and paid more attention to my schoolwork. I stopped partying and hooking up all of the time, but one night I went to a frat party with friends and one thing led to another.”
Sam was looking down at her hands and I couldn’t take it anymore. I scooted closer to her on the couch and lifted her chin with my finger, so she was looking me in the eye.
“We all do that shit, Sam. It’s nothing for you to feel bad about. I’m the last person who’ll judge you for hanging out and having a good time. Go ahead,” I encouraged, dropping my hand and laying it on her leg.
“It was just a one-night stand for both of us. I didn’t see him again until I found out I was pregnant. I went to tell him, thought he deserved to know. I didn’t expect anything from him, but it never occurred to me that he would want nothing to do with the baby. He asked me not to put him on the birth certificate, and swore that he would never have anything to do with the baby, and he never has. My parents were a big help, they still are, and I have friends who watch her while I’m in class.” Sam stopped and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she waited for me to say something.
My first thought was what kind of fucktard knew he had a baby and wasn’t man enough to be a father to that child, to not even claim it as his own?
I squeezed her leg softly and asked, “How old is she now?”
“Two,” Sam replied, giving me a smile for the first time since we’d arrived at her house.
“And you’ve been going to school full time, working, and raising her by yourself?”
“Well, like I said, I have help,” she responded softly.
I lifted my hand to her cheek and rubbed my thumb along the bone there. “I’m not happy that you lied, but I get why you did. If I’m being honest, which I always will be with you, if you’d told me the night we’d met at the bar that you were a single mom, I wouldn’t have wanted to pursue anything more than sex.”
Sam closed her eyes, as if my words hurt her. I was sorry if they did, but I wanted to be real with her.
“Hey,” I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip and her eyes flew open. “I still would have wanted you. My attraction to you was immediate, but being a guy who doesn’t really date, let alone pursue relationships, I never would have taken the chance to get to know you. I’m glad I did.”
“I never tell guys about her, never bring them here, or let them meet her,” Sam said throatily. “I didn’t want to let anyone get close enough to hurt us.”
I prayed that I wouldn’t be the one to hurt her, but I also knew I didn’t want to let her go. Mother or not, Sam was under my skin, and I wanted to keep her there.
“Have you dated a lot of guys since you had her?” I asked, my other hand sliding up her arm of its own volition as my thumb moved from her lip to her jawline.
Sam’s eyes closed briefly and she shook her head. “I’ve gone out with a couple guys,” she said, opening her eyes and looking deeply into mine. “But I haven’t been with anyone since the night I got pregnant.”
My stomach clenched and my dick began to throb as I looked down at her now parted lips and listen to her tiny gasps of breath.
I was pretty sure that the timing was completely inappropriate, and that we had more that needed to be said, but all I could think about was taking her right there on the living room floor. I wanted to watch Sam come alive for me, and I wanted to feel her body writhing under mine.
As the blood surged from my head to my lower half,
“Um…well, when I first came to school, I liked to go out and party as much as most of the other freshman did.” She shifted uncomfortably, as if I would judge her for partying. I wasn’t that much of a hypocrite. “Sophomore year I buckled down and paid more attention to my schoolwork. I stopped partying and hooking up all of the time, but one night I went to a frat party with friends and one thing led to another.”
Sam was looking down at her hands and I couldn’t take it anymore. I scooted closer to her on the couch and lifted her chin with my finger, so she was looking me in the eye.
“We all do that shit, Sam. It’s nothing for you to feel bad about. I’m the last person who’ll judge you for hanging out and having a good time. Go ahead,” I encouraged, dropping my hand and laying it on her leg.
“It was just a one-night stand for both of us. I didn’t see him again until I found out I was pregnant. I went to tell him, thought he deserved to know. I didn’t expect anything from him, but it never occurred to me that he would want nothing to do with the baby. He asked me not to put him on the birth certificate, and swore that he would never have anything to do with the baby, and he never has. My parents were a big help, they still are, and I have friends who watch her while I’m in class.” Sam stopped and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she waited for me to say something.
My first thought was what kind of fucktard knew he had a baby and wasn’t man enough to be a father to that child, to not even claim it as his own?
I squeezed her leg softly and asked, “How old is she now?”
“Two,” Sam replied, giving me a smile for the first time since we’d arrived at her house.
“And you’ve been going to school full time, working, and raising her by yourself?”
“Well, like I said, I have help,” she responded softly.
I lifted my hand to her cheek and rubbed my thumb along the bone there. “I’m not happy that you lied, but I get why you did. If I’m being honest, which I always will be with you, if you’d told me the night we’d met at the bar that you were a single mom, I wouldn’t have wanted to pursue anything more than sex.”
Sam closed her eyes, as if my words hurt her. I was sorry if they did, but I wanted to be real with her.
“Hey,” I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip and her eyes flew open. “I still would have wanted you. My attraction to you was immediate, but being a guy who doesn’t really date, let alone pursue relationships, I never would have taken the chance to get to know you. I’m glad I did.”
“I never tell guys about her, never bring them here, or let them meet her,” Sam said throatily. “I didn’t want to let anyone get close enough to hurt us.”
I prayed that I wouldn’t be the one to hurt her, but I also knew I didn’t want to let her go. Mother or not, Sam was under my skin, and I wanted to keep her there.
“Have you dated a lot of guys since you had her?” I asked, my other hand sliding up her arm of its own volition as my thumb moved from her lip to her jawline.
Sam’s eyes closed briefly and she shook her head. “I’ve gone out with a couple guys,” she said, opening her eyes and looking deeply into mine. “But I haven’t been with anyone since the night I got pregnant.”
My stomach clenched and my dick began to throb as I looked down at her now parted lips and listen to her tiny gasps of breath.
I was pretty sure that the timing was completely inappropriate, and that we had more that needed to be said, but all I could think about was taking her right there on the living room floor. I wanted to watch Sam come alive for me, and I wanted to feel her body writhing under mine.
As the blood surged from my head to my lower half,
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