NOTE: I don't own Rookie Blue.
He stared more.
She had always been able to feel his eyes on her, always felt the intensity pulsing along all of her nerve endings. But this was different. In the past they'd shared small glances. Brief moments in time where their lives stopped existing. Pockets where she wasn't Andy and he wasn't Sam. A place where they could forget.
But now, the little stares grew longer. It felt as if he was trying to see her soul and figure her out. It was unnerving. No one had ever just stared at her like that.
She wasn't the only one who's noticed. Another set of eyes followed her around the room. More reproachful than caring. These eyes wanted to see her soul, but not to know her but to own her.
And he'd seen the looks.
And she knew, with sudden clarity, that her life was about to get worse.
And she knew, that she had to protect Sam from him. He could never know. She wouldn't let him destroy someone so good.