Samuel James Witwicky Novels & Stories

He said lowering his face close to hers. He was so close to her, Amanda could see every vein in his neck and could almost taste honey on his lips. Watching that soft, tempting lips smile down at her made her knees weak. “But don’t call me Samuel around the office unless,” He drew in air in a way Amanda thought seductive “—you want to upset my dad.” He straightened himself up a bit but made sure his gaze was still locked in hers “Mr. Quinn calls me Samuel, my Grandmother called me Samuel, my late mother called me Samuel but never my dad. The name only reminds him of his late wife, my mother. He starts to miss her and then he get upset so, now, I just go by Wright the Junior."