Sam and I had a few more drinks and decided to head back to the motel. When we walked in the door I stood in the middle of the room. He locked the door and walked over to me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"You have that look on your face."

"What look?"

"Like you want something."

"Sam I only wanna be wanted by you." I said putting my arms around his neck, as he put his around my waist holding me tightly.

He kissed me sweetly but it soon became heated. He backed me up against the bed and we fell onto it laughing. We manuvered so we were on the pillows and went back to kissing. Sam was on top of me, supporting his weight on one arm. His other hand roamed my side and he slid it under my shirt, then he stopped suddenly.

"Kaimie I'm sorry."

"It's okay Sam, I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive."

"Yes."

"Absolutely, positively, one hundred percent sure?"

"Sam!" I said laughing.

"Okay but if you want me to stop just say so."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I have no idea."

We laughed and he kissed me again, more passionately this time. Then he trailed soft, lingering kisses down my neck. I let out a soft moan as he reached my soft spot, just above my collar bone. He pulled back breifly as he slid off my shirt and I did the same to him. I placed my hands on his chest, tracing his muscles. Pretty soon we were wearing nothing but the sheets. Sam pulled back and looked in my eyes, I smiled and leaned up to kiss him as he gently slid into me.

An hour later he rolled off of me and I placed my head on his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beat.

"So that makes it seven." I said with a smile.

"Where do you get that number?"

"Well there was my first dance, first kiss, first real friend, first love, first kiss in the rain, first boyfriend, and first time."

"Wow, that's a lot of firsts."

"Yeah I think you might be closing in on that record."

I leaned up to kiss him and he snuggled into the crook of my neck.

"I always meant to ask you. What is that perfume you always wear?"

"You like it?"

"It drives me crazy, you smell like a flower and not in a sickly sweet floral kind of way. You smell like a real flower, I love it."

"It's called Butterfly Flower."

"Hmm, my little butterfly."

Sam kissed me and got out of the bed, slipping on his boxers and he went into the bathroom. I pulled on my panties and his t-shirt and got back under the covers getting comfortable. He came back soon and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"I love you Kaimie."

"And I love you Sam."

"Goodnight my little butterfly,"

"Goodnight my big, strong, flower loving man."

We laughed and he kissed my neck, soon I was drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to an empty bed, I rolled over and saw Sam pulling on his boots.

"Morning sunshine." he said kissing my forehead.

"Morning, where are you going?"

"To get us some breakfast. I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

I snuggled back into the covers and thought about last night. It was amazing. I never imagined I'd find someone who just wanted to be with me. Sam is the sweetest guy I've ever met and he cares about what I want more than what he does. He doesn't try to pressure me in any way and he loves me. I still wasn't over that. When you've spent so many years traveling alone you don't expect these things to happen to you and I realized just how lucky I really was to have him.

I heard a knock at the door and figured it was Sam.

"Did someone forget his key?" I asked opening the door to reveal not Sam but his father, John.

"Kaimie, do you always answer the door in your underwear? 'Cause a guy could get the wrong idea."

"Come in." I said embarrassed.

He came in and closed the door behind him while I pulled my jeans on. Then he hugged me tightly.

"How're you doing?" he asked.

"Good, but why are you here?"

"Ah, straight to the point I see."

"I'm sorry but I know you wouldn't be here if something wasn't seriously wrong."

"You know me too well my dear. I've discovered who is after you."

"Who?"

"It's your father. It seems that in my haste to get you to saftey I wrongly assumed he was dead. I had no idea he could recover."

"How do we kill him?"

"Well, um, in order to end this we must go back to where it all started."

"NO!"

(A/N: This chapter's song inspired title is by Jessie James!)