For how long she didn’t know, as she lay sprawled across the bed, blankets strewn everywhere, and Sam still on top of her. He must have sensed her stirring because he rolled off, tucking his arm under her, pulling her with him until she rested her arms on his chest. Sam reached down and pulled the covers around them. She touched a soft wayward strand of hair dangling upon his forehead and absorbed the soft rhythm of his breath. “What’s wrong?” His sleepy voice scratched with gravel. He twirled strands of her thick hair through his fingers. “I was just thinking of how I keep screwing up. And you don’t leave.” This time she didn’t shut her eyes to block out the intensity of his watchful gaze. “I was thanking God and my angels and Jerome for every stupid thing I did that brought me to you. Sam, maybe we should just leave, go somewhere far away. Where you’ll be out of Dan’s reach, Lance’s too.” He pressed his firm lips to hers.
