Four hours had passed since they'd gotten there and Sam was curled up beside him. Her long honey-colored hair fanned out on his shoulder. Her light even breathing tickled his neck. Her eyes fluttered open, bright lime green now. She smiled. "Hi" she said, leaning into him closer. He had his arm rested ao her hip, his hand absently playing with her navel ring. She turned over and ran her smooth hands over his defined abs, and smiled suggestively. Stanton knew he needed to leave, he wanted her still. But if he did it again he would have to marry her, so he could have it all the time, and no one else could. He got up and turned ont the shower, leaving Sam alone in bed in her lace bra and underwear. It was peach colored, he liked it. He stepped inside the steaming shower. Sam sat up and frowned. She peeked inside his head. She smiled, he was thinking about it too. She was good. She would have the key right where she wanted. he barely even remembers her. She stepped gently out from under the cream colored comforter. She crept to his mini-fridge, and pulled out a bottle of cold water. She walked stealthily to the bathroom door and slid soundlessly inside. She crept to the shower and raised the bottle. In one quick motion, Sam yanked open the shower door, and threw the icy water at Stanton. He yelled and Sam collapsed on the floor laughing. "Oh, no, this is war!"He turned the water to cold and tugged her inside the shower with him. She giggled and screamed. Her peach langerie set was soaking wet, her honey hair was sticking to her cheeks, and her hands were pressed against his bare chest. He pulled her to him. "I love you" She batted her long eyelashes, going in for the kill. "I love you too." Sam stepped out of the freezing shower and wrapped her body in a towel. He stepped out of the shower and backed her out of the bathroom, kissing her passionately. Her pressed her against the wall and unravelled her towel. He struggled to unclasp her soaking wet bra.