He wraps his arms around your waist, efficiently pulling you onto his lap before he places a soft kiss to your lips. He grins, peering at you with big blue eyes, his black hair falling in front of his pretty face. “Hi, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your lips, pulling you back in to kiss you again.

“I missed you.” He whispers into your mouth, and you can taste the cigarettes on him. It would be bad if it wasn’t Sam. He pulls away again. “Can we make out?” He asks, boldly.