Chapter 12: Violet

I laugh as the opening credits for Sixteen Candles roll across the screen. Even though it's a movie from the eighties, I love it. We're talking total cult classic. I've lost track of how many times I've forced Sam to sit through the film. It's enough that we can easily parrot the lines back and forth to one another which makes the movie more enjoyable.

Even though he was groaning only moments ago, I think he secretly likes it as much as I do. I mean, come on, it's hilarious. With a contented sigh, I pick up my glass of wine before settling on the couch and nestling close to his body.

Out of nowhere, I'm slammed with the realization that my grandmother is right. Sam is perfect boyfriend material. I suppose it is kind of surprising that he hasn't had more of a steady girlfriend throughout the last six years. He's handsome, smart, athletic, and so sweet that you just want to kiss the hell right out of him.

Okay, let me clarify that statement-I don't want to kiss the hell right