Imagine going back to Omaha with Sammy for Christmas. You’ve been teasing him since you got there, but he keeps refusing to do anything with you.
“(Y/N), Sam, we’re going out. Would you like to come?” You hear Mama Wilk ask. You glance up from your phone to Sammy who was slowly rolling his lip between his teeth, smirking at you.
“N-no, I think I’ll stay. I’m not feeling too well. Too many Christmas cookies, I think,” you smile weakly at his mom and she returned it, looking at Sam.
His eyes didn’t leave yours as he spoke, “I’ll stay too. Keep (Y/N) some company.” Mrs. Wilkson nodded, walking out the door to join everyone in the car.
You let out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in as the door latched. Sammy chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you. His hand moved to your leg, making you jump slightly. Perhaps teasing him all week hadn’t been in your best interest.
“The Jacks’ are coming over in about an hour,” he informed you, his eyes still not leaving yours. You nodded slowly, breaking his stare by looking down into your lap. His other hand not on your thigh moved to your chin, making you look at him again. “I don’t appreciate you making me want you so much while I’m around my family. You’re going to pay for this past week, (Y/N).” He moved from the couch, standing in front of you and pulling his grey sweats from his legs.