I hear the door and let out a soft breath, curious who would be stopping
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"Jack?" My eyes are wide and slightly confused, as I see him standing outside my door.
"I'm sorry about my behavior over the phone," he tells me, his body within inches of mine. I let out a breath, and open the door.
"Come in," I offer. "Martin's over," I nod towards him and both men exchange glances.
"Maybe I should have called first," he retreads his steps.
"It's fine," I answer. "Is that all you came over here for---to apologize?"
"No, I was thinking about Eva, and wondering where her father is."
"No one knows who he is," I answer. Jack moves towards the kitchen, uncomfortable with Martin being in the same room.
"DNA test?"
"I haven't asked to run her DNA," I state. "I didn't want to involve the father, if he doesn't want to be a part of her life."
"Maybe he doesn't know," Jack points out, his eyes boring into mine.
I hear Eva's footsteps and she glances between both men.
"Hi," she smiles with a yawn, eyeing me.
"Eva, this is Jack and Martin," I introduce everyone. Martin moves towards the kitchen to see what we're all talking about.
"You've never met your father or know who he is?" Jack questions. Eva takes a seat at the kitchen table and we all sit around it like meeting at the conference table at the Bureau.
"No," Eva lets out a sigh. "My mother told me not to ask questions about him; that was all she ever said. She'd grow angry and upset when I'd ask, and so I learned not to."
"Do you have a problem with us running a DNA test on you? Maybe we'll be able to track down your father," Jack points out.
Eva looks towards me warily. "I suppose it's all right." She lets out a breath. "If you think you can find him."
"It's worth a shot," Martin muses.
"Eva, first thing Monday morning we'll take you down to our lab and have the tests run. It won't take but a few minutes to do. We'll let you know if we find out anything," Jack tells her.
She nods and then glances towards the television. "Can we turn on the movie now?"
"I should go." Jack stands up first, his eyes go from Martin to his bag sitting on the floor to mine. He heads for the door, making his way out before I have a chance to say or do anything to stop him.
I hear Eva moving towards the living room and see her putting the movie in. Martin's already stood up and is waiting for me to join him. I let out a resigned sigh, slightly depressed that Jack's gone. I have to get over him, though. He has a family and a wife he's going home to. I don't want to think how that sentence ends--with what I don't have.
I take a seat beside Martin and close my eyes for a brief second. I notice the room growing dark and open my eyes to see Eva turning off the lights, and turning the television up.
Martin's arm moves behind me, drawing me closer to him. I let out a breath, grabbing a pillow and resting my head in his lap.
I feel one of his hands in my hair while the other one is splayed across my hips. A soft puff of air escapes my lungs as I feel his fingers teasing apart my tresses while his thumb creeps beneath the hem of my shirt, softly drawing circles over my lower back.
I bite down on my lower lip, trying not to become so easily aroused from such a simple gesture. My skin grows warm and the room hot. I feel my breathing thicken, and his hand in my hair travel slightly down to my neck.
My mind wanders to Jack and what he's doing. Is he going home to be with his wife, or to be alone? Maybe he's going to the bar where we first kissed and his hands first danced across my body. My eyes slip closed, imagining Jack's lips on mine and his hands roaming down my body. My skin flushes from the thought as I feel Martin's hand on my cheek and his eyes looking down at me.
I glance up at him, my eyes dark with desire as he smiles down at me. This isn't what I want. I mean it is, but I want it with someone else. I sit up, moving slightly away from Martin to catch my breath. I feel his hand on my shoulder. "You all right?" he whispers into my ear, sending a chill down my spine.
"Fine," I answer, standing up and heading for the bathroom to cool down.
I flip on the light and see my flushed face. I run the water in the sink, trying to cool myself off. "Samantha?" I hear Eva's voice and open the bathroom door for her to come in before locking it.
"You're not telling me something," she states, eyeing me intently. "Jack--- is he the one you're in love with?"
I nod my head and feel my lips tugging slightly down.
"Oh, Samantha," she breathes out, moving to take a seat beside me on the edge of the tub. "Is he really worth it?"
"What?"
"This," she gestures, "what you're doing here in the bathroom when you have a guy out there in the other room that's in love with you."
"I never asked for this."
"Neither did I," she reminds me. "Besides I don't understand why you're acting bizarre all of a sudden. This morning you were telling him to bring a change of clothes, and now you're running away when he touches you."
"I was thinking about Jack," I whisper out softly, "about his hands on me."
"Oh," her eyes widen at the realization. "You need to get over him."
"I can't."
"You're not allowing yourself to," Eva answers. "You want to believe he'll leave his wife for you, but if he's truly the man you say he is, then he won't."
My head falls into my hands.
"Samantha, I know you don't want to hear this," she continues, "but you need to realize it. If you're not in love with Martin, don't trail him along; you'll only hurt him."
"I figure maybe one day--" I answer softly. "I don't want to give up on something so easily."
"Just put it on hold," she offers.
"It might not be there later on," I state, remembering a similar conversation between Jack and myself.
"You really love Jack?" She eyes me intently as I nod my head slowly and feel her hands moving over mine. "There's only one thing for you to do then."
****
"Jack?" My eyes are wide and slightly confused, as I see him standing outside my door.
"I'm sorry about my behavior over the phone," he tells me, his body within inches of mine. I let out a breath, and open the door.
"Come in," I offer. "Martin's over," I nod towards him and both men exchange glances.
"Maybe I should have called first," he retreads his steps.
"It's fine," I answer. "Is that all you came over here for---to apologize?"
"No, I was thinking about Eva, and wondering where her father is."
"No one knows who he is," I answer. Jack moves towards the kitchen, uncomfortable with Martin being in the same room.
"DNA test?"
"I haven't asked to run her DNA," I state. "I didn't want to involve the father, if he doesn't want to be a part of her life."
"Maybe he doesn't know," Jack points out, his eyes boring into mine.
I hear Eva's footsteps and she glances between both men.
"Hi," she smiles with a yawn, eyeing me.
"Eva, this is Jack and Martin," I introduce everyone. Martin moves towards the kitchen to see what we're all talking about.
"You've never met your father or know who he is?" Jack questions. Eva takes a seat at the kitchen table and we all sit around it like meeting at the conference table at the Bureau.
"No," Eva lets out a sigh. "My mother told me not to ask questions about him; that was all she ever said. She'd grow angry and upset when I'd ask, and so I learned not to."
"Do you have a problem with us running a DNA test on you? Maybe we'll be able to track down your father," Jack points out.
Eva looks towards me warily. "I suppose it's all right." She lets out a breath. "If you think you can find him."
"It's worth a shot," Martin muses.
"Eva, first thing Monday morning we'll take you down to our lab and have the tests run. It won't take but a few minutes to do. We'll let you know if we find out anything," Jack tells her.
She nods and then glances towards the television. "Can we turn on the movie now?"
"I should go." Jack stands up first, his eyes go from Martin to his bag sitting on the floor to mine. He heads for the door, making his way out before I have a chance to say or do anything to stop him.
I hear Eva moving towards the living room and see her putting the movie in. Martin's already stood up and is waiting for me to join him. I let out a resigned sigh, slightly depressed that Jack's gone. I have to get over him, though. He has a family and a wife he's going home to. I don't want to think how that sentence ends--with what I don't have.
I take a seat beside Martin and close my eyes for a brief second. I notice the room growing dark and open my eyes to see Eva turning off the lights, and turning the television up.
Martin's arm moves behind me, drawing me closer to him. I let out a breath, grabbing a pillow and resting my head in his lap.
I feel one of his hands in my hair while the other one is splayed across my hips. A soft puff of air escapes my lungs as I feel his fingers teasing apart my tresses while his thumb creeps beneath the hem of my shirt, softly drawing circles over my lower back.
I bite down on my lower lip, trying not to become so easily aroused from such a simple gesture. My skin grows warm and the room hot. I feel my breathing thicken, and his hand in my hair travel slightly down to my neck.
My mind wanders to Jack and what he's doing. Is he going home to be with his wife, or to be alone? Maybe he's going to the bar where we first kissed and his hands first danced across my body. My eyes slip closed, imagining Jack's lips on mine and his hands roaming down my body. My skin flushes from the thought as I feel Martin's hand on my cheek and his eyes looking down at me.
I glance up at him, my eyes dark with desire as he smiles down at me. This isn't what I want. I mean it is, but I want it with someone else. I sit up, moving slightly away from Martin to catch my breath. I feel his hand on my shoulder. "You all right?" he whispers into my ear, sending a chill down my spine.
"Fine," I answer, standing up and heading for the bathroom to cool down.
I flip on the light and see my flushed face. I run the water in the sink, trying to cool myself off. "Samantha?" I hear Eva's voice and open the bathroom door for her to come in before locking it.
"You're not telling me something," she states, eyeing me intently. "Jack--- is he the one you're in love with?"
I nod my head and feel my lips tugging slightly down.
"Oh, Samantha," she breathes out, moving to take a seat beside me on the edge of the tub. "Is he really worth it?"
"What?"
"This," she gestures, "what you're doing here in the bathroom when you have a guy out there in the other room that's in love with you."
"I never asked for this."
"Neither did I," she reminds me. "Besides I don't understand why you're acting bizarre all of a sudden. This morning you were telling him to bring a change of clothes, and now you're running away when he touches you."
"I was thinking about Jack," I whisper out softly, "about his hands on me."
"Oh," her eyes widen at the realization. "You need to get over him."
"I can't."
"You're not allowing yourself to," Eva answers. "You want to believe he'll leave his wife for you, but if he's truly the man you say he is, then he won't."
My head falls into my hands.
"Samantha, I know you don't want to hear this," she continues, "but you need to realize it. If you're not in love with Martin, don't trail him along; you'll only hurt him."
"I figure maybe one day--" I answer softly. "I don't want to give up on something so easily."
"Just put it on hold," she offers.
"It might not be there later on," I state, remembering a similar conversation between Jack and myself.
"You really love Jack?" She eyes me intently as I nod my head slowly and feel her hands moving over mine. "There's only one thing for you to do then."
