Promise

Eventually, Monika falls back onto the bed, pulling Sam down with her because she has her arms looped around Sam's neck. Her hair fans prettily around her face, and Sam leans down to kiss the corner of her lips. "Your brother is home today, you know?" Monika reminds him; her voice is barely above a whisper. The words are spoken like a secret into the small space between their lips: "And your wall is really thin." "Monika," Sam snorts fondly, "you are very mean." Monika giggles again. She pulls Sam down and gives her another long, hard kiss. "You're the one who went and got excited all by yourself." "Your enthusiasm says otherwise." "You were the one who attacked me first." "You were the one who suggested it." Monika is silent for a while, a sign that she has nothing witty to refute, so she just sighs, "You're lucky. I like you so much." He really is. Sam bites his lips and collapses onto Monika's chest, nosing along the column of Monika's neck. One of Monika's arms moves down from arou