She tossed and turned in her empty bed, tears flooding unheeded down her cheeks. Tears that she had not shed when Steven had announced that he was marrying someone else, but tears just because she had refused a man who wanted nothing more from her than her body. Tears because she had wanted to give herself so much, and yet couldn’t because she cared too much. “I love him,” she whispered out loud to herself, at last admitting it. It was ironic, that she at last felt that all-conquering passion Adam had almost jokingly mentioned when they had met on the day after Steven had jilted her, and that she should feel it for a man who obviously wanted nothing more than sexual gratification. The night dragged by interminably, although in fact there were only a few hours of it left, and when Samantha went into the bathroom to shower before going on duty, she was confronted by a reflection from which it would be quite obvious for anyone to deduce that she had been crying for some hours.
