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Chapter 5: Be Home By the Stroke of Midnight
The magical evening seemed to dissipate as the multi-colored strobe lights of red, blue, pink, green and yellow suddenly went down and the disco ball went back from whence it came. Sam blinked at the sudden bright light that filled the room. She glanced down at her watch. "Oh! Is it that late already?" She glanced at Jack, who scowled.
"What time is it?"
"It's 15 minutes to 12:00."
"I suppose we had better go." His hand at her back, Jack picked up her purse and handed it to her.
As they got into Jack's truck, a morose silence fell over them. Too soon, Jack could feel the gravel crunch beneath the tires as he saw Sam's porch light come on.
Sam turned to him. "Jack, what do we do? We can't keep dangling the carrot in front of ourselves without biting sooner or later."
Sighing, he turned to her. "I think we took a nibble tonight don't you?"
She smiled slightly. "Are you saying that we should break
the rules?"
"No. Not yet."
"No, not yet! Well, falling in love was out of the question too, but it's already happened!" Sam snapped. "I can't change how I feel."
Jack looked sharply at Sam. He fairly knew that she loved him. *A part of me is reassured when Sam tells me she loves me, despite the fact we can do nothing about it.*
"You know that I wish we could bend.."
"I don't give a crap about bending, I want to twist and turn the rules inside out!" Sam cried. Jack stared at her, mildly astonished at her quite hostile reaction.
She shrugged, unrepentant.
"Sam," Jack said gently, "don't you think I want the same things you do? Marriage, kids.."
"Whoa, whoa, I never mentioned any of those things."
Jack smiled. "You didn't have to."
Sam smiled. "I don't want you to want those things just because I do."
"I want them for both of us."
Resolutely, Jack climbed out of the truck. "I need to have you home before midnight, remember?" he said, a lop-sided grin on his face.
Sam refused to look at him as he helped her down out of the passenger side.
"Jack," she pleaded, tears in her eyes. She searched his face intently as they stood on her doorstep. He could see her face clearly in the moonlight, their own natural disco ball. "One last kiss goodnight?" Raising her now tear-stained face to his, she brushed back a lock of his unruly graying hair. Unable to resist, she tried to push his cowlick down. Shaking her head, Sam let out a trembling laugh. With a heavy heart, Jack desperately pulled Sam to him and kissed her salt-flavored lips.
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Chapter 5: Be Home By the Stroke of Midnight
The magical evening seemed to dissipate as the multi-colored strobe lights of red, blue, pink, green and yellow suddenly went down and the disco ball went back from whence it came. Sam blinked at the sudden bright light that filled the room. She glanced down at her watch. "Oh! Is it that late already?" She glanced at Jack, who scowled.
"What time is it?"
"It's 15 minutes to 12:00."
"I suppose we had better go." His hand at her back, Jack picked up her purse and handed it to her.
As they got into Jack's truck, a morose silence fell over them. Too soon, Jack could feel the gravel crunch beneath the tires as he saw Sam's porch light come on.
Sam turned to him. "Jack, what do we do? We can't keep dangling the carrot in front of ourselves without biting sooner or later."
Sighing, he turned to her. "I think we took a nibble tonight don't you?"
She smiled slightly. "Are you saying that we should break
the rules?"
"No. Not yet."
"No, not yet! Well, falling in love was out of the question too, but it's already happened!" Sam snapped. "I can't change how I feel."
Jack looked sharply at Sam. He fairly knew that she loved him. *A part of me is reassured when Sam tells me she loves me, despite the fact we can do nothing about it.*
"You know that I wish we could bend.."
"I don't give a crap about bending, I want to twist and turn the rules inside out!" Sam cried. Jack stared at her, mildly astonished at her quite hostile reaction.
She shrugged, unrepentant.
"Sam," Jack said gently, "don't you think I want the same things you do? Marriage, kids.."
"Whoa, whoa, I never mentioned any of those things."
Jack smiled. "You didn't have to."
Sam smiled. "I don't want you to want those things just because I do."
"I want them for both of us."
Resolutely, Jack climbed out of the truck. "I need to have you home before midnight, remember?" he said, a lop-sided grin on his face.
Sam refused to look at him as he helped her down out of the passenger side.
"Jack," she pleaded, tears in her eyes. She searched his face intently as they stood on her doorstep. He could see her face clearly in the moonlight, their own natural disco ball. "One last kiss goodnight?" Raising her now tear-stained face to his, she brushed back a lock of his unruly graying hair. Unable to resist, she tried to push his cowlick down. Shaking her head, Sam let out a trembling laugh. With a heavy heart, Jack desperately pulled Sam to him and kissed her salt-flavored lips.