“My parents are out Christmas shopping, they won’t be back till late tonight,” Sam said with a grin.

Inside Sam’s house, already decorated for Christmas, I sat down in a leather chair. Sam motioned me over to the sofa.
I sat. He put my feet up on his lap and took my shoes off and massaged my feet.

We watched the Saw series and ate popcorn. When a scene was too scary for me, Sam held me close. After the last film was done he took me by the hand and we went up to his room.

His room was covered in Sci-Fi and horror posters.

“Into vampires I see”, I said.

Sam leaned into my neck and gently bit.
“Don’t give me a hickey,” I said, “What would I tell my Mom?”

“Tell her you got in a fight and it’s a bruise”, Sam chuckled in a maniacal movie laugh.
I kissed his wet lips to get him to stop acting like a goofball.
He kissed me back deeply. Before I knew what was happening, our clothes were lying all over the floor.
In bed we made out until we heard the garage door.