"Shh, be quiet, honey."

Sam scolds halfheartedly, but the twitch at the corners of his mouth gives him away.

"Gonna get us caught."

He whispers into your hair as you stifle your giggles with your hand. The three of you were staying in a huge house for the weekend. One of Bobby's wealthy friends had passed and you were under moral obligation to collect for him. But of course the goddamn place was haunted and foul play was likely involved. Now, it'd been your bright idea to sneak to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get food, and of course Sam went with you. As if he'd let his gorgeous girl go anywhere without him in this shit hole.

"Stop bein' bad."

Sam scolds again, trying to get you to stop looking at every damn painting in the hallway and messing with the fake knights. A door creaks open behind him and Sam whips around, reaching a hand out blindly for you but you'd already hidden yourself behind one of the bookcases.

"Well, well, well what do we have here? What'cha doing snooping these halls? Up to no good?"

Beverly, one of the older relatives sauntered into the hallway, shooting a flirtatious smile Sam's way.

"Why don't we get up to no good together? You know they say women just get better with age, like a fine wine or a cheese."

Sam winces, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"I-I, um, I'm lactose intolerant."

He murmurs awkwardly, hurrying down the hall until he stops at the bookcase, hearing your snickers behind the dark wood.

"Not funny. You left me to fend for myself."

Sam glares at you, snatching you up into his arms and carrying you down the hall.