FF_992224_10/15/2009
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Sam lay silently awake next to a sleeping Jules. He already knew the next morning was gonna be tough. He knew Jules still didn't understand why he was here. She thought it was just attraction. And Sam couldn't admit to her how far he'd fallen.
She still thought he felt sorry for her after the incident today. But that wasn't it. Sam had been amazed at her drive and determination, and astonished by her remarkable courage. If Jules hadn't been such a towering column of strength, Mrs. Graham probably wouldn't have been able to stay so calm, so supportive of her husband. And Sam knew the outcome could have been much worse.
No, Sam hadn't kissed Jules out of pity or lust, or even to make her feel better. He'd kissed her out of admiration and, he was honest enough to admit to himself, out of the beginnings of love. Yeah, tomorrow morning was really gonna be tough.
Sam knew there was no way Jules felt the same way he did. She'd slept with him in an effort to keep from thinking about what could have happened. Sam recognized the signs. After all, he'd done it before himself. Tomorrow Jules would not only feel guilty about the incident today, but probably about sleeping with him as well. Sam quietly decided he'd take whatever recriminations she threw at him. It was the least he could do.
Sam looked at the sleeping form next to him, a mixture of love and sadness on his face. "I love you," he mouthed, making sure no sound escaped. He hoped their relationship would grow and bloom and he didn't want to scare Jules away by expressing his deep feelings too soon. And yet, something told him it wasn't gonna be that easy. Something told him his fall just might end on the hard concrete of reality. Sam took one more look, sighed and closed his eyes to try to sleep.
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