I roll my eyes and attempt to put a positive spin on what never should have been heard in the first place. "At least they're still active and in love." I give him a hard poke in those rock-solid abs of his. They're bounce-a-quarter-off tight. "You should be so lucky to have hot sex when you're in your seventies."All right, so maybe that comment crossed a line.By like a mile.Sam winces before muttering, "Jeez, Vi! You saying that is almost as bad as hearing them go at it."As those grumbled words slide from his lips, my grandmother's voice fills the air as she breezes through the hallway leading from the kitchen to the large foyer. "Violet and Sam, you're here!"The guy next to me straightens to his full height as I give her a cheerful smile. "Hi, Gran!"With a pleased expression, she envelopes my body in her arms before giving me a little squeeze. My eyelids flutter closed as I sink into her embrace.This feeling right here...it's exactly what home feels like. After
Thirty minutes later, the four of us are sitting around my grandparent's small round table enjoying the BLT's she just whipped up since they are Sam's favorite. Extra mayo, heavy on the lettuce, one thick slice of tomato, and bread lightly toasted-just the way he likes it. He must have worked up an appetite fixing the leaky pipe. He's already wolfed down two sandwiches and is set on devouring a third. And we only sat down ten minutes ago. Naturally, my grandmother fusses over him the entire time.I turn my attention to my grandfather and can't help but notice that he looks tired. Maybe even a little pale. He's nowhere near as animated as usual. A prick of concern flares to life inside me. "How are you feeling, Gramps?"His face creases with wrinkles as he flashes me a smile. "Just trying to shake this bug I've picked up. Other than that, I'm right as rain." He takes a small bite of his sandwich before chewing it methodically. When he finishes, he asks, "And how's my favo
I head over to the Victorian that looks, from the outside, similar to the Winterfield residence. There's a wide lawn that separates our houses. I'm pretty sure my dad would love to move into something newer, grander, and in a more upscale neighborhood but my mom fell in love with this house twenty years ago and refuses to uproot the family.As I let myself in through the beveled glass front door, I find my mom in the kitchen pouring over an old book of family recipes. My father's silver SUV is parked in the driveway, but he's conspicuously absent. My guess is that he's holed up in the sunroom that he's taken over as an office so he can work from home on the weekends.Not that he spends much of his time here.More often than not, he's traveling to the state capital or Washington DC when the senate is in session. Since Dad has been in politics for the last fifteen years, my mom decided it would be easier to give up her nursing job at the hospital so she can be here for me, my you
There's no longer a choice in the matter.I can't keep doing this. I need to find a girl who, you know, actually wants to be with me. And that girl isn't Violet Winterfield. No matter how much I might want it to be. It's an ugly truth that needs to be accepted."I thought I heard your voice."With a phone in one hand and a stack of papers in the other, Dad steps into the sunny kitchen. His appearance is, as usual, impeccable. Even on the weekend. He's wearing a pair of perfectly pressed tan slacks and a crisp looking light blue button down. This is as casual as he gets. I don't think the guy owns a pair of jeans or ratty old gym shoes. His salt and pepper colored hair is short and perfectly shaped. Every other week, a stylist comes to the house to give him a trim. Unless he's in DC. Then I have no clue what he does. I assume someone comes to his condo to cut his hair.I tip my head toward our neighbor's house. "I was fixing something next door and thought I'd stop ov
"Is there any possibility that you can clear out for the weekend?" With a hopeful expression, Mia pauses before tacking on, "And FYI-I'm making that request more for your sake than my own."I almost groan because that can only mean one thing. "Carter's rolling into town, isn't he?" My eyebrows rise across my forehead. "And you don't want any witnesses to the depravity that will be taking place for the next forty-eight hours."The sly look she sends my way is rife with meaning. "I really hope so. Do you have any idea how long it's been? Trust me, you do not want to be around for any of that."Okay, one-gross.And two-damn right I don't.I made the epic mistake of not finding alternative accommodations for a weekend last year when he crashed at our place. Needless to say, I had a difficult time looking Carter in the eyes the next morning. Those two are ridiculously loud.And just when you think it's over and people can catch a little shut eye, they start up again. If not
I throw my bags into the backseat of Sam's truck before sliding in next to him. "Thanks again for picking me up."His hair is all shiny and damp from the shower he took after practice. "It wasn't a problem. This weekend will be fun." There's a slight pause as his gaze cuts to mine. "Are you sure that you don't mind laying low tonight? With a game tomorrow, I need to hit the sheets early.""Of course not," I tell him."If you wanted, you could always head out on your own. Just because I'm making an early night of it doesn't mean you have to.""No, I'm good," I reassure him again. I'm not really in the mood to go out and party.His teeth sink into his lower lip as his gaze stays fastened on the ribbon of road beyond the windshield. "I figured we could have dinner and then maybe watch a movie. What do you think?""That sounds perfect." This week has been exhausting. Chilling at Sam's for the night sounds good. I'm sure we'll end up going out tomorrow night. Especially
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
"What'd you and Violet end up doing last night?"Roan gives me a little shove before waggling his dark eyebrows like the immature asshole that he is. If I was hoping the whole Violet-spending-the weekend-at-our-place would go unmentioned-it's not going to happen."And I'm guessing it wasn't each other either since you were both sacked out in separate bedrooms by the time I made it home."Pulling out his pads, Dylan smirks before sitting down on the wooden bench to get ready. Game time is set for noon. We're playing Akron today. It's another big one.What the hell am I saying?At this point in the season, they're all big. We're gunning for another championship and bowl game. With it being my senior year, you bet your ass I want to go all the way. Some of these guys will be playing for Barnett next year or entering the NFL draft in the spring. They're football careers will continue, but for me, this is it. After this season, I'm done. So, I need to give it my all. Every d