Almost two weeks have passed since that night, and every night since has been a close repeat to it. Things were going great; I just wish things between us would evolve a bit faster. Normally, I prefer slow instead, but with Sam, I don't feel trapped or forced into something before ready.

But for some reason, Sam won't make a move. We haven't even kissed yet. I mean he has kissed me on the forehead a few times when I was lying with him in bed, but other than that, nothing.

My stitches dissolved, and my doctor finally gave me the okay to go back to work. There was only so much Sam could do to distract me from feeling frustrated at my body's refusal to heal quicker.

I was in my room getting ready to go to the barn. I had to talk to Best about me coming back on desk duty. There is also the matter of Luke. I haven't seen or heard from Luke since that day in the hospital, and if things go well with Best, he will be gone and out of my life for good.

Although I'm glad to be going back to work, the fact that I healed enough to be on my own, makes me wish I could stay injured.

I sat on the bed slowly bent over to tie my shoes. Even with the stitches gone, there was still some pain when bending too quickly. While tying my shoes, I tried to will away the thoughts of me sleeping in a bed alone soon,

I was startled out of my thoughts by someone touching my shoulder. When I looked up it was Sam with a half amused, half concerned face. "Penny for your thoughts."

The frown from my previous thoughts was wiped away completely by the sound of Sam's voice. I nodded my head, "It's nothing really." He gave me the look that means 'yeah right, now spill.' So I gave up and just told him.

"I was just thinking that now that I'm okay for duty, I guess it's time to move out, I mean you are probably sick of my stuff all over your house. I can move into my dad's place until I find a pl…." I was cut off by Sam's lips pressing against mine.

It took a second for the shock to wear off, and then I was kissing him right back. After a while we broke apart, both trying to catch our breath.

Sam was the first to speak, "Don't go. I know it's really soon for you to move in, but you are practically moved in as it is, and we were still able to go slow. \these past two weeks have been amazing,and I know you enjoyed them as much as me. We don't have to rush into anything. If you don't want to stay, I'll under….."

It was my turn to cut him off with a kiss. I pulled away with a smile, "okay."

I didn't need to say anything else. He understood me, unlike Luke, who always needed me to explain things to him. Sam just got me. He kissed me again. The kiss deepened as he gently pushed me down on the bed. He was leaning over me, kissing up and down my neck, while I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid them up and down his back.

Things were getting heated, and I was ready for whatever came next. That was until his belt accidentally dug into where my stitches used to be. At the sound of my pain-filled gasp, he quickly rolled off me. "Andy, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Sam, I'm fine, really, the wound is just really tender. Please don't worry. Look, its fine." I lifted up my shirt, to reassure him that nothing happened. The wound wasn't even red or inflamed. "You heard the doctor. I'm all cleared. It's just a bit sore." I needed to make this okay before he became afraid to touch me. I moved towards him, and before he could realise what I was doing, I straddled him and kissed him with enough force to push him down on the bed.

We kissed for a few minutes, until my cell phone started ringing. I was about to ignore it until Sam said, "Answer the phone Andy, it could be important."

I answered, "Hello?"