"Yes. She donated a lot of her extras to us before she left. There's a whole lot of designer clothing somewhere. We'll make it a project to find it this weekend, shall we? You can all have your pick."
"Molly, you're a sweetheart!" They all kissed her cheek, hugging her until she whacked them.
"I can't breathe. Pregnant lady needs air!" But she was laughing. "Take whatever you need. I had Raleigh get you some personal items out of storage. If you need feminine supplies, we buy them by the case, so let me know your favorite brand."
"I'm not picky."
They searched through the room, organizing as they went, and found an unopened brush and comb set, makeup, socks, shoes and a variety of other items Emma needed. It was 9:30 when she gathered up her spoils to head back to her room. Sam was standing in the doorway, grinning as he watched her. His eyes sparkled happily as he held out his hands to take some of her burden.
"Have fun?"
"I had a blast! Who knew digging through a junk room could be so rewarding."
He held up a pair of Sponge Bob boxers still in the package. "Yep, good ol' Bob has been waiting for you all his life."
"Those are for you. I know how you like him. And they're your size."
He glanced at the label. "Good for you. I don't know your panty size, but you know what boxers I wear. I don't know if that's good or bad."
"Since women have a hell of a lot more sizes available than men do, it's okay."
"Good, extra long. That way nothing important hangs out." He winked at the women, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
"Tell us, Emma. Is he as delicious as he looks?" Cory asked.
"Or do you not remember him, either?" Vera nudged Sam in the ribs.
"Oh, him I remember, alright," Emma swished past him, wiggling her hips just to tease him. "And he's a long, lean, spicy taste sensation." With a flourish, she popped into her room, tossing her new things on the bed.
"Details!" Donna barged through the door carrying the clothing from her room. "Out, Sam, while we talk about you. Emma is going to give us a blow by blow about your sexual performance to date."
"Um...." Scratching his head, he backed toward the door. "I really wish she wouldn't."
"Why? Worried she'll make disparaging remarks?" Vera asked.
"She's never complained," he said. "Really, I'd kinda like to hear. If I'm doing something wrong, or maybe right, it would be good to know for future reference." He laughed, raising his arms over his head, grasping the door frame.
The other women, including Vera, examined the abs that he revealed as he stretched. Seeing their interest, he ran his hand up under the shirt, raising it for them. Laughing at them, he gave into their urging and took his shirt off and let them walk around him, making comments.
"He's on the skinny side," Vera pinched the muscle that crested just above his low slung jeans.
"Molly will put meat on him," Cory ran her hand down his chest to his navel. "Oh, never mind, he's got meat," she noted as Sam's body reacted automatically to her touch.
"Sorry, babe, I'm spoken for. But since I've got to be on the celibate list for a few weeks, try not to make me too horny, or I'm gonna have to party with myself in the shower. Speaking of which, Bob and I have an appointment." He tossed the package into the air, catching it deftly with the other hand. His kiss on Emma's cheek was carefully platonic, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made her somewhat breathless.
"Good night, Em. Sleep well. Just think, for the first time in ages, you're free. Really free. Isn't it an absolutely fantastic feeling?"
"Yeah," she whispered. Her return kiss held more intensity than his. "Thank you for saving me from myself."
"You're welcome."
Groaning quietly, he bit his knuckle as he walked backwards to his room. Shutting the door a tad more loudly than he intended, he headed toward the shower. He'd thought being without Emma would be simple. She looked so good, so happy, the best he had seen her in ages—and she was sober. That of itself was the biggest turn on possible. She wouldn't forget him in a drug haze or mix him up with other guys.
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