Re: Call: Sam/Cris
[He makes a warm, low sound, a hum.] I love wakin' up next to you. I love fuckin' you early in the mornin' like that, everything warm and quiet, and your hair's this wild gold everywhere. It reminds me-a your trailer, when I first came over. You were gonna paint me, but your bed was all sleep-warm y this mornin' light comin' in was soft. You hardly had your eyes open. [He grins.] I had those pants for you. ¿Recuerdes? [As for the corvette.] You're real persuasive. I think that'd make you my trophy girl.