The images of the kiss kept replaying in her head like a film. It had felt so good, so right, yet she couldn't stop thinking of him. Dylan. The one she had once been married to. Their marriage wasn't all bad, at the start it was good, blissfully good. It wasn't bad until she'd made the decision to go to Afghanistan, this was another thing that Sam regretted. Even though she'd enjoyed it, maybe she'd still be with Dylan, she wouldn't of met Corporal Dean.
All the photos of her and Dylan were spread out on the bed, there was more than Sam remembered.
Tears began to fall from her eyes as she drew her knees up to her chin, wrapped her arms around them and began to cry.
What should she do? Tell Dylan? Keep out of his way? And what about Tom? Did she regret the kiss or was it the right thing to do? There were so many questions in her head that it made her feel dizzy but she managed to pick up her phone and dial his number.
"Hello?" his voice said. It still made Sam's spine tingle.
"Dylan." she said "we need to talk."