'Oh Shit!' Sam tried to bolt upright in the bed, but realized something was holding her back. It was his arm, the strong arms that had caressed her so gently just hours ago. The soft touches, the love she had seen in his eyes as they...
She looked around the room, searching for something in particular. Not finding the telltale signs she was looking for, she panicked.
'Oh, SHIT!' That thought brought around a whole new string of curses most people wouldn't have even thought she knew. The timing! How could she be so stupid! She had to get out of there, FAST!
She slid gracefully out from under his arm and grabbed the first clothes she saw; his boxers, shirt and pants. She threw them on hastily and ran down the stairs to the front door.
The sound of his front door slamming brought Jack out of the wonderful slumber he had found. He stretched his arm out only to find the warm cloth of the bed sheets greeting him. He quickly surmised what had transpired and grabbed his robe from the bedpost.
He flew down the stairs and out the door in time to see her take off down the street, laying down rubber behind her.
"Sam! Wait!" he cried after her, to no avail.
He noted just before the depression set in that it was a vehicle he had never seen her driving before. He headed back inside, determined to go back to sleep. Maybe when he awoke he would find it out to be just a dream.