Mark Sloane was driving down the PCH , he was heading towards his house when he started to think. Why was Samantha crying , what was going on with her. He knew he couldn't wait till morning to talk to her he needed to find out what was going on, and he was going to do it tonight. He started to head over to her place in Santa Monica. It took a good 15 minutes to arrive at her apartment , god he hoped she was home , then the thought occured .. what if she wasn't home ? Even if she was what was he going to say to her? was he going to confess his love for her and would she even return his feelings. He was certainly nervous as he approached her door.

(knock knock)

"Sam .. its me Mark are you home?" he waited anxionsly for a response. There was silence , he knocked again.
"Sam please if you're there open up i really need to speak to you" he sighed , maybe she wasn't home. He was about to give up when saw the door open.

"What are you doing here Mark?" she looked tired , broken downed and her eyes where red probably from crying he thought.

"I wanted to apologize..." he began before she cut him off.

"Mark , please can we forget it , I shouldn't have said anything to begin with " she let out.

"I don't want to forget, I want to know what is going on." he started . "Please can i come in?" he gazed at her.

"Fine come on in" she led him inside her apartment. It was a nice cozy one bedroom , hardwood floors throughout the apartment , his eyes traveled to the pictures she had plastered on the wall , and a very large red couch. This apartment screamed "samantha " with the art deco style , and the vintage items surrounding it.

"Can i get you anything " she offered , she needed a distraction , she was feeling so nervous just having him here.

"Im fine, I want to talk you about what happened earlier." looking directly into her eyes he knew it was now or never.

"Mark, please" she was cut off by him.

"No let me talk , the thing is that you're right , i have been avoiding you ." he sighed

"Why?" she taken aback by his admission.

"Because , well because, I have been feeling so damn confused . It tears me apart watching you go with these men , who treat you like tears me that you think so little of yourself , when i think the world of you. " his voice full of emotion , he couldn't stop.

"Mark..."looking at him tears threatening to leave her.

"Dammit Sam , I love you and i know for a fact you could never feel the same way , so that is why i have been avoiding you these last few weeks. " there it was , his confession all out in the open.

"You what " she whispered , she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

"I said Im in love with you " now he was staring at her , trying to get a feel of a response any response would have done. She was still , like a deer being looked at intensively.

Tears where definitely falling down her face now , If this was a dream she sure as hell didn't want to wake up. She approached him and with her left hand she cupped his face. Not wanting to break eye contact she pulled him into a kiss. It was a sweet , delicate kiss , his hands grabbed on to her stroking her backside and pulling her closer to him. He didn't want to let her go , he just wanted to hold the woman that was in his arms , for as long as he could. Her hands fingering his hair , as the kiss deepened. She open her mouth ever so slightly allowing him to explore her mouth with his own.

He finally broke the kiss and reality hit him , this was Samantha who he was kissing , he couldn't believe this happening and in her apartment no less. " We probably , should um talk?" he asked rather than stated.

She smiled sweetly ...

"We can talk later" she took his hand and led him into her bedroom for what he would soon never forget.