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I still remembered exactly where the little cottage was located deep inside of the woods.  I knew it was good to have a friend like Millie.  The little Mustang slowly made its way down the dirt road towards the unbeaten path by Millie’s house.  She had no idea we were coming, but I knew she would be pleased to have us anyways.  And I also knew she would have some tea and cookies ready.  We slowly came to a stop as I got out of the car and stared up at the little house.  It really was quaint; it was my safe haven from Levi…  It had been the home of a man I admired and adored like a brother…  And now it was going to be a safe haven from Gabe…  Sam slowly exited the car and grabbed our duffel bag.  He looked around at the place he had never seen before.  “Is this the only house out here?” he asked as he observed the surrounding forest.

I nodded as I headed towards the door anxiously.  I knocked three times in urgency.  Millie opened the door warily when she saw my face.  Her eyes lit up as she screamed, “Katarina!”  She pulled me into an embrace and let out a little laugh.  I smiled at her happiness.  “It is so good to see you!  What brings you by? It’s been some time since we last had our tea and cookies.  I know you must have been busy with that fiancé of yours.  Oh!  Is this him?”  Millie was always a talker.  I laughed as I turned to Sam, whose facial expression was far from ecstatic.  “Millie, this is Samuel Livingston, my fiancé,” I introduced her.  Sam smiled politely and shook her hand.  “It is such a pleasure to meet you.  Kat has said only good things about you,” he replied.  Millie giggled as she ushered us inside.  We sat down at her little dining room table as she brought out the tea and cookies; as if she knew we were coming.  “So, what brings you by?” Millie asked in curiosity.  I turned to Sam, who was sitting next to me, and squeezed his arm.  “Millie, do you remember that man Levi with the scar on his face?” I asked her.

Suddenly Millie’s face turned from sweet and happy to contorted and angry.  “I could never forget such an evil man,” she muttered, remembering that he was the man who killed her son.  She clenched two fists and struggled to hold back the rage.  “Well, you see Millie, there’s someone else out there like him; someone who works for the same guy Levi did…  His name is Gabe, and he’s trying to kill Sam,” I informed her.  Millie’s eyes widened in shock as she took a sip of tea.  “My, oh my… you two certainly are popular, aren’t you?” she gasped.  I glanced over to catch a smile escape from Sam’s lips.  “You see, Millie… I was wondering if you would let us stay here for a little while…  Your home has been such a safe haven for me before; I just thought we could…” Before I had a chance to finish, Millie was all ready on her feet.

“Well of course you can stay!  I would love to have some more company!  I haven’t had anyone stay in this house since… well you know since when…  Of course, of course!” she replied with glee.  Before I could thank her, she was all ready on her way up the stairs, grabbing blankets and other things we would need for our stay.  Sam looked at me in surprise.  “Millie is the nicest woman in the world,” I exclaimed as I got up and looked around her living room.  There were pictures of Jack…  There were also pictures of Millie and a baby whom I assumed was Jack…  I felt a sadness overcome me as I looked at the moments of happiness caught on film that Millie could never experience again.  As much as I loved my photo album, as much as I loved to look at those pictures of Sam, having the REAL Sam with me was far better than any picture.

Millie was down the stairs before I knew it, and as I looked out the window, the sun was all ready setting.  “Your room is ready,” she replied sweetly.  “It’s the room upstairs down the hall on the left.  I stoked up a little fire so you two can stay nice and warm… but I don’t think you’ll need any extra heat,” she added with a look that said, “If you know what I mean.”  I didn’t even know Millie could come up with lines like that!  I began to laugh almost hysterically as I grabbed Sam’s hand and led him up the stairs to our room.  Our room.  That might cause a problem.  We would have to share one bed, and it looked damn cozy…  Here was the dilemma: we had never done the… horizontal mambo, if you know what I mean.  Sure, we’d made passionate kissing and we made out dozens of times, but it never went beyond that.  (As much as I wanted it to.)  It wasn’t that I was a prude; it’s just, and it’s hard to admit this, but I was a virgin.  Sam learned that long ago, and he respected me for it.  That just made me want him even more.

I had a promise ring I wore on my ring finger; I received it when I was 10, before my father died.  Since then, it was a symbol more to him that I would never sleep with any man unless I was sure he was the man I was willing to give my own life for.  He would replace my father; that ring would eventually have to come off and be replaced by a wedding ring.  So as we entered the room, you could imagine the sexual tension all ready building—and we were still in our jackets!  My heart began to beat faster as Sam realized my distress.  “I could sleep on the floor, if you want,” Sam suggested.  I shook my head; this was ridiculous.  If I could sleep in the same bed with future Sam, then I most certainly could sleep with my fiancé in the same bed…  But it was different with future Sam.  That was before I knew his mind inside and out; that was before I had truly fallen in love with him; that was lust.

THIS; this feeling I felt in the pit of my stomach, was desire.  It was a yearning feeling to be close to the man that I loved.  It was almost unbearable.  “We… it’s okay.  You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” I protested as I slowly took off my jacket.  Is it hot in here or is it just me?  Sam opened the duffel bag and grabbed our hygiene products and placed them in the quaint little blue bathroom that matched the room.  The bed looked so comfortable.  Have you ever seen a bed that looked like a cloud and you just knew you could get lost in them and no one would ever find you?  I wanted to jump into that bed and never wake up.  When Sam emerged from the bathroom, he was down to just his boxer shorts.  They were covered in little black stars that I had given him as a gift for his birthday.

“Where is your wife beater shirt?” I asked, feeling the temperature rising in the room.  His chest was fully exposed, and let me tell you; he worked out—a lot.  Picture a man with six-pack abs and pecks to die for.  He was the epitome of man.  He also had bulging biceps to match.  I felt my whole body begin to sweat.  He was just so drop-dead gorgeous!  “You didn’t pack my shirt,” Sam answered as he got into the comfortable sheets.  He was like the candy they leave on your pillow…  “Do you have some kind of shirt to wear?” I asked as I got up nervously and searched frantically for my pajamas.  “It’s too hot in here to be wearing a shirt.  The fire made this room nice and toasty,” he replied.  You have no idea…  I mentally slapped myself.  I couldn’t be thinking these thoughts!  The whole reason we were here was because Sam’s life was in danger.  Yet all I wanted to do was… pounce him.

I darted into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face.  “Calm down, Kat… He’s just a man… a smoldering… sexy man…  Kat!  He’s not just a piece of meat!  But he is making my mouth water…” I stated to myself.  I breathed deeply and put on my—gasp—white nightgown?  I had accidentally packed my almost scandalous white, lacy nightgown instead of my baggy pajama pants and tank top.  I slapped myself in the forehead.  Maybe this was fate; maybe I was supposed to…  I couldn’t even say it.  There was nothing to cover myself with; I was screwed.  I slowly emerged from the bathroom and put my clothes lightly down in the duffel bag.  I was too afraid to even look at Sam’s expression.  “Wow,” he gasped.  I felt my cheeks grow hotter than hot.

I turned around and slowly made my way towards the bed.  I could feel Sam’s eyes searing through me.  “Stop it,” I demanded as I finally had enough strength to look up at him.  Sam looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face.  “Stop what?” he asked innocently.  “Stop undressing me with your eyes,” I answered as I pulled the covers so I could get inside.  Sam let out a huff of laughter.  “You’re not leaving much to the imagination,” he commented as he averted his gaze.  I felt my cheeks grow hot again as I slowly and stiffly got into the bed.  Sam’s intoxicating scent wafted its way towards me and I was engulfed in a heavenly high.  “Can you turn off the light?” I heard Sam mutter as he turned over.  I was too afraid to move a muscle. 

Sam huffed at me as I felt the bed move with his effort to turn towards me.  “Kat?” he called.  I didn’t answer.  I pretended I was sleeping.  He rolled his eyes at me and reached over my body to turn the light off.  THAT was a bad move…  His lips were centimeters from mine, and I could feel his hot breath on my face.  He stared into my eyes and I felt him burning into me.  “Sam,” I whispered as I felt myself inch towards him.  By then, it was too late.  I felt his lips against mine as his body moved towards me.  I was burning inside as the desire threatened to explode.  I felt Sam push against me as we continued to kiss each other.  I moved forward as I grabbed his neck and brought my tongue against his bottom lip.  Our bodies were searching for each other; after all of this time, how could we fight this feeling?

Suddenly, Sam shifted his entire body on top of me.  He lowered his lips to my chin, then to the nape of my neck, and trailed down to my chest.  I began to breathe heavily as my heart pounded faster and faster.  Sam grabbed both of my hands and raised them high to the level of my face and laced our fingers together.  He brought his lips back to mine and I felt myself begin to crumble under him.  I was just melting away and I couldn’t take it.  “Sam,” I screamed out as he continued to kiss me wherever there was skin.  My heart was beating outside of my chest.  I just couldn’t take it.  Sam’s right hand let go of my left hand and it began to trail down to my thigh.  The spot where it rested seared through my skin like hot coals.  But before we could take it any further, there was a knock at the door.  Sam and I froze in place as both of our eyes widened with embarrassment and fear.  “It’s Millie; I just wanted to give you both some towels for the bathroom,” Millie informed us through the door.

Suddenly both Sam and I had awakened.  We realized exactly what we were doing, and stopped it from going any further.  Sam got off of me and threw the covers off.  He searched for a shirt and slipped it on as he went to the door and opened it.  “Thanks so much, Millie.  You’re a life saver,” he replied.