Page 112 of Sweetheart

"That won't be a problem," he murmured as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I licked my lips. "Well, it's also so we don't get carried away."

"Definitely more likely."

God.

Talk about distracting.

"A typical make-out session," I said, nearly breathless as his fingertips burrowed into my hair, "should last anywhere from a few minutes to an hour.So, I set my alarm for five."

Sam's intense gaze met my own. "Where'd you hear that?"

"Google."

He chuckled again, and this time we were close enough that I felt the sound vibrate through my body.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Start the timer," he said.

Sam's mouth was my new favorite place.I wanted to move in and never leave. As his lips moved to my neck, and I gasped, I couldn't think at all.

"Your alarm's going off, Kent," he murmured into my throat.

"Oh?" I managed to get out even as his lips trailed over my jaw. "Well, I chose the lowest amount oftime, so"—I gasped again as he nipped my skin—"I guess we could hit snooze. Just once."

"Hmmm."

After hitting the button, I pulled Sam's mouth to mine, trying to get even closer.

The kiss deepened, and I got lost in him again.

"Kent," Sam breathed.

"Yeah?"

"The alarm."

"What?"

"Alarm.Going off."

"I don't care," I murmured.

"Huh?" he said.

"Sam, just ignore it."

He stopped and pulled back. "You called me Sam," he said, wearing a bright smile."You never do that."

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep kissing me," I said.

"Thank God," he said.

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