Samantha carefully removed Sands sunglasses, leaving just the gauze, and watched him as he fell into a deep sleep. He always looked so angelic when he slept, she thought to herself. It had seemed as if he had almost opened up to her for a moment and then it was gone. The loss of his eyes must be more devastating to him then he had let on, she thought, but of course it would be. Anyone would be traumatized by that, but Sands wasn't just anybody. He stoically went on as if everything were normal in his world except for the tiniest indications that it wasn't. She hoped that he would open up to her further so she could really and truly get to know him better. She sighed and looked around the room.

Sands wouldlove this place if he could see it, she thought. This was a honeymoon suite to die for. The king bed was covered in a deep red velvet comforter and surrounded on two sides and the ceiling with mirrors. In the corner of the room was a heart shaped two person Jacuzzi bathtub complete with lotions, shampoo, conditioner and oils sitting on the edge of it. For once she was glad he couldn't see because he would surely never quit with the lewd comments.

For now, she would keep this little secret to herself. When he woke up she would help him get cleaned up, she thought. He hadn't had a proper bath or shower since his injuries and the tub would be easy to work with. She looked around and found some plastic bags which she thought she would wrap around his injuries to keep them dry while he bathed. They also needed to discuss seeing an eye doctor right away as Dr. Vega had insisted. The sooner Sands knew the prognosis on his eyes the better he could deal with whatever the final outcome would be, she thought.

She decided to watch a little TV and turned it on. The volume was suddenly blaring and she was shocked to see that the channel was on a porn station. Loud moans blasted out from the TV and she quickly shut it off but it was too late. Sands woke up.

"What was that?" he asked sleepily. "Are you getting started without me, there, Sugarbutt?

Samantha turned three shades of red. "Aw, no, it…the TV was….on a weird channel. I'm sorry I woke you up."

"I'm not; I can't be sleeping all day. So, what was that on the TV? It sounded like wild animal lust."

"Yeah, something like that," she said totally embarrassed.

"Why were you watching that?" he asked silkily.

"I wasn't!" she retorted quickly. "It was on when I turned the TV on."

"Oh, too bad," he replied a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, just stop it," she replied laughing slightly at his smiling face. It was uncomfortably silent for a moment, and then she asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he replied.

"No, not with me! You have to get cleaned up. I can help you."

"Mmmm, that would be nice," he replied the smile still playing on his lips.

"No funny business. I mean it, Mister," she said trying to sound cross.

"Whatever you say."

She walked over to the tub and started the water for the bath.

"In room Jacuzzi?" he asked his eyebrows raised.

"Aw, yeah," she replied.

"Oh, that's right this is a honeymoon suite, isn't it? What else is in here?"

"Not much," she replied not wanting to fuel his libido anymore.

"I think someone is keeping something from me," he replied. "I bet my imagination is far worse than the reality, though."

"Probably," she replied. "Get undressed."

"Oh, someone is in a hurry to get me naked," he smiled at her.

"Would you just quit?" she replied throwing a towel at him. "Put that on when you're done."

She looked the other direction when he got undressed. "Is the towel on yet?" she asked.

"You've seen me naked before," he replied.

"Just put it on!" she said getting annoyed.

"Fine. It's on."

She turned back to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with just the towel wrapped around his waist. He was undeniably gorgeous. Her breath caught in her throat.

Oh, Lordy, this was not going to be easy, she thought to herself. She walked over to him and wrapped the plastic bags around his wounds and grabbed his hand.

"C'mon"

He stood up and followed her over to the tub.

"Now, be careful, there's a step here," she said. She helped him step up to the tub. "Now, drop the towel and get it," she said turning away again.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

She heard the splash of the water and looked back to see him settling down into the tub. She stared at his naked form under the water for a moment, then caught herself and quickly squeezed some bubble bath into the water. The tub quickly filled with bubbles. She grabbed the shampoo and a glass and began pouring water on his hair and scrubbing it with the shampoo.

Sands was unusually quiet. She kept washing his hair and massaging his head, enjoying the experience thoroughly. He had such beautiful hair, she thought to herself. His head was tilted back and he looked so good, she thought, and then quickly banished the thought. He was injured and she needed to keep her wits about her, gorgeous or not she couldn't give in to the temptation to…. no, she was not even going to think about that.

"Cat got your tongue? You're not usually this quiet," she asked him trying to think of anything but how he looked right now.

"No, just enjoying this," he said softly.

It became quiet again as she finished washing his hair and then moved to his back scrubbing it with a soap covered wash cloth. She watched his muscles ripple as she moved over them and she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the thoughts running through her head.

She moved around to his front and stopped, looking at him and soaking him in for a moment. Suddenly she felt herself getting yanked into the bathtub fully dressed. She sputtered as she restored her balance and found herself floundering around in the tub on top of Sands.

"What are you do…" she began and was pulled into a deep kiss. She found herself responding just as passionately to his kiss before finally pulling away.

"Sands…we can't….you're hurt….stitches…," she said breathlessly.

He pulled her back into another passionate kiss and she went limp in his arms as he started to remove her wet clothing, all thoughts of stopping him gone.