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Chapter #4:
Jason pounded on room 377 for what seemed like the millionth time. He was beginning to believe Carly that this guy from this room was a real problem when the door swung open.
"What! Carly!"
Jason's heart leaped into his throat as he stood there staring at his wife. Usually he could see Carly's plans coming from a mile away, but arranging a meeting between him and his estranged wife that on a good day she only tolerated took him by surprise. He could not think of anything to say, she he just stood there and stared at her. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair was rustled around her head making him believe that she had just gotten out of bed. She had clearly thrown on her black robe quickly because it was falling off her shoulders revealing her pajamas underneath. He quickly moved his gaze back to her face and realized that she was just as surprised to see him as he was to see her.
Sam stood there, shocked. She silently kicked herself for letting Carly manipulate her this way. However, this was not very original and she knew she should have seen this coming. Jason stared at her, his bright blue eyes beaming into hers, with more emotion in them than she had seen in a long time. She stood there frozen, not sure what to say. This was ridiculous! This was Jason, her husband. She could at least talk to him! She took a deep breath. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," was all Jason could get out. He was shaken by the fact that yesterday he had been so sure there was no going back, and this mourning all he wanted to do was beg for forgiveness and make it all better. But he knew that he could not do that.
"So, did Carly.." She trailed off. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. She wished so much they could go back to the way that it was before. She tried again, "Did Carly, tell you I was here?" she asked, knowing that by his reaction to her opening the door it was obvious she hadn't clued Jason in.
"No." Jason mentally kicked himself. Why could he not speak! He was a man of few words, but this was just ridiculous.
"Okay, well. Um.." Sam looked at the floor. She could no longer continue to hold his gaze. She didn't know what to say to him, she could not figure out the next move. She decided to play it safe, just make some conversation. "So, what story did Carly come up with this time?"
Jason took a breath. He could do this. He could have a conversation with his own wife. "She claimed that there was a security issue in this room and asked me to go check it out." He answered.
"Oh," Sam said, "She offered me a room last night here, so that I didn't have to stay at Alexis' house."
"Did you want to leave Alexis'?" he asked. As he said it, he realized the unspoken question that he had just asked. Did she want to come home, he had just asked her that.
Sam looked at him for a moment, obviously trying to figure out what to say. "I felt…crowded, by my mom, Kristina, and Molly. I love them all, don't get me wrong. But I just wanted to be alone."
"Do you want to be alone right now?" He asked. He could not quite figure out what he was getting himself into. Last night he had convinced himself that there was no hope, and now he was basically asking her if she wanted to talk to him right now.
Sam didn't know what to say. She had wanted to be alone this morning, but now more than ever she wanted to pretend that things were normal again. " Um, what I want is to not be in a robe in my hallway. Do you want to come in?" she asked, not exactly sure why.
"Sure" Jason said without thinking. The last time Sam had asked him to come into her hotel room had been on her birthday. He had come to wish her a happy birthday, only to have made her more miserable but not taking her invitation to come in to talk. He was not going to make the same mistake again.
Sam stared at him, she didn't think that he would say yes. She had assumed that he could run for the nearest exit. But he agreed to come in. And now she had to figure out why she had even invited him in in the first place. "Okay, um, I am just going to go change, you can come and sit on the coach?" Carly had generously given her a sweet complete with a full kitchen and living room. Maybe Jason's sneaky friend had known that if there was just a bed room that Sam would not have invited him in. Not that she wouldn't have wanted to, but because that would only complicate matters further.
Sam turned to go into the bedroom and Jason came inside the room and sat on the coach. He sat there patiently as she changed her outfit 4 times before deciding to just wear a pair of jeans and a black tank top. When she emerged from the room she took a seat next to Jason on the creamed colored sofa. As soon as she sat down she immediately regretted her choice of seats. They were too close for comfort, and the butterflies in her stomach began to speed up. She looked down at her hands so to avoid making eye contact with him. "So…" she said.
Jason couldn't explain it, he didn't even want to. He was sick of thinking, he was just inches from his wife and just wanted to feel. He had been trying for months now not to feel, but in this moment he could not convince himself to do that. Sam sat there staring at her hands, and Jason wanted her to look at him. He reached out with his hand and tilted her chin up so that she met his gaze.
Sam stopped breathing the moment that she felt his fingers on her chin. When her eyes locked his she could not look away. Her husband was the most mesmerizing thing she had ever seen. And she could not think as Jason slowly leaned closer to her.
