Always Remember

ever listens to me, and every single time you’re surprised that I was right. You know, you should really do yourselves a favour and start listening to me. I don’t talk crap all the time.”
    “Just most of the time?” Sam teases. I point at him.
    “Watch it, mister. There’s still time for your precious car to bang into a tree, or a fence, or slide along this key as I walk past it.”
    He sobers. “I dare you to try it.”
    Alec walks past us and crouches in front of Lexy, pulling her into his arms before she can say anything. She wraps her arms around him and buries her face into his neck. Seriously – I love how much they love each other.
    I look back at Sam, thinking the way I feel is pretty damn close to their love. “I dare you to stop me.” I grin and hold up his key, darting into the house.
    “Scratch my car and you’re dead, Jennifer!” he yells.
    I hear the scrape of the chair as he gets up, and I giggle, opening and closing the front door before hiding behind the living room door. I put my hand over my mouth so my laughter doesn ’t give me away as he steps into the hall and opens the door. It closes again, and I bite my lip, shaking slightly. I wait as he attempts to find me.
    The door opens. “Where are you, you pain in the ass?” he calls.
    I snort into my hand. I’ll give him a pain in the ass. I glance around the door. His back is to me, and I run out. I jump and land on his back, hooking my legs around his waist. He jumps, gripping my thighs, and I laugh loudly against his shoulder.
    “Surprise!” I giggle.
    “Certainly keep me on my toes,” he mutters.
    I loosen my grip on him and lean back slightly, smacking my hand against his ass.
    “What the hell was that for?”
    “That was for calling me a pain in the ass. I thought I ’d be a literal one.” I grin.
    Sam carries me into the living room and dumps me on the sofa, sitting in front of me and leaning back. I wriggle a little.
    “Get off, fatso.” I wriggle again.
    “Why? You ’re comfy.” He grins, running his fingers up the inside of my thighs.
    “I ’m pretty sure I’m much comfier if I’m under you, not behind you, since the only one with the tools to do anything from behind in this relationship is you,” I say dryly.
    Sam leans his head back to rest on my shoulder. “Is that a promise?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, then.” He lets me go and flips round so I ’m under him.
    “I promise that my statement was correct in telling you that you ’re the only person with the tools to do anything from behind.” I half-smirk. “I never promised you could do anything with those tools.”
    He shakes his head, lowering his face to mine, and sucks gently on my bottom lip. Each tug he makes tugs on the muscles in my lower stomach, making them tighten. H e runs his tongue over my lips and his fingers ghost down my side, barely making contact with me, but I feel it all over. I hold the back of his neck and respond to him, kissing him hard.
    “Samuel, you have a bedroom for that,” Si admonishes as the front door opens.
    “Just trying to prove a point,” Sam replies, pulling back and looking into my eyes. His brown eyes are dancing.
    “Yep, and you failed.” I smirk.
    “Do I need to prove it again?”
    “In private.” Si walks past and slaps the back of his head.
    “Shit, Dad!” Sam rubs the back of his head.
    Si grins, winks at me, and disappears into the kitchen.
    “Yeah, Sam, prove it in private,” I taunt him, grinning.
    “Don’t make me, Jennifer, because I will,” he says in a low voice.
    I put my hand on his jaw and run my thumb across his lips, tracing their outline softly. “You don ’t need to prove a point,” I mutter.
    “I don ’t?”
    I shake my head. “You ’ve done plenty of proving.” My lips pull into a small smile. “No more proving. Just being, okay?”
    He runs his nose along mine. “What about Heidi?”
    “What about her? Sooner or later she’s gotta get it, right?”
    “ Gotta get what?” His eyes twinkle reminiscent of the way Vi’s would when she was teasing you, and I know he’s got his playful streak from her.
    I grab his collar and pu ll his face right against mine so we’re eye to eye, nose to nose. “That you’re mine,” I growl lightly.
    “Damn,” he mutters, sliding his arms around my back. “You ’re hot when you get all possessive, did you know that?”
    I smirk. “I ’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation once before, yes, Samuel.”
    “Do you