I feel like one of those authors I used to be jealous of because they got 15 reviews per chapter and I usually get 4. But wow! 15 reviews on the first chapter? What is going on? Does this mean I'm a legit writer now? What? Oh my god! Wow!

Anyways, I would've written sooner, but I have a dog show all weekend. And tomorrow. And then classes Tuesday and meeting with the German shepherd breeder. Guess who's getting a puppy? Then school starts Wednesday.

Anyways, since you all wanted "the talk" included, here's your wish come true.

Disclaimer: No….

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Waking up in his arms reminded her of old times. If old times meant month and a half prior to almost dying with a bomb in her hands. Old times meant driving to work in his truck. They meant meeting him after work in order to go home. Meeting his lips halfway in a kiss. Hurried hands and hushed whispers at the crack of dawn. It even meant just lying around the apartment or his house with the company of one another.

It reminded her of a lot of things. Mostly what it was like to be happy.

She wasn't completely happy. All things considered, but she was feeling okay. Which could have meant a lot of things, but she wasn't sure how she was feeling. So 'okay' would have to do.

She pondered whether or not she should've turned around to see him; choosing to remain where she was. His even breathing was relaxing and calmed her fragile nerves. She threaded her fingers through his after running a hand over the arm slung protectively around her waist. Her eyes were beginning to droop shut and she hoped that she wouldn't have to face any more nightmares.

She stilled when he stirred, closing her eyes in hopes that he would think she was sleeping. He pulled his arm tighter around her, pulling her to his front. The hand that wasn't tangled with hers brushed some loose strands of hair off her shoulder. Once it was clear of brown locks, he placed gentle kisses to the tan skin. He made his way up towards her neck, nipping and soothing with a kiss.

She knew he could feel the goose bumps that rose on her flesh, her tensing a clear giveaway that she was awake. "Good morning," he grumbled voice low and rough. It sent shivers down her spine. She rolled over in his arms, back cracking in the effort. She hoped it was quiet, as she didn't want to ruin the mood.

"Morning." If he had heard it, it hadn't bothered him. Which she was grateful for. With Luke, it had always disgusted him. Okay, why are you thinking about Luke and your back? She shook herself free of random thoughts, instead, focusing on the man beside her.

"I'm going to take a shower. Then we can talk, okay?" he asked. She only nodded, glad that he was giving her time to figure out what to say.

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"Okay, so where do we start?" she asked once he was out of the shower. She was seated on her couch, him standing at the end, freshly showered. It was awkward, and she was racking her brain trying to figure out what she was thinking about before he had entered the room. His presence had distracted her, probably because she was unused to seeing him there.

"I was an idiot." Sam stated, blatantly. She only shrugged, as if to say if was obvious. He sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. "Okay, well, I should probably start off by saying I'm sorry."

"I know," she interrupted. He sent her a look, and she closed her mouth, letting him explain.

"I guess, I just. I don't know. Okay? When Jerry died, I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure what was up or what was right, I just knew I had to finally do what was in my gut. And before you say anything, I don't blame you. When it came to choosing between the cabbie and the bartender, I thought about it. I looked at the facts, even if they disagreed with my instinct. That's on me.

"And when he died….I was lost. We were so close to having everything. He had a life with Nash and…." Sam trailed off, not sure if he should continue. She raised her eyebrows, pegging him to go on. "I had one with you. And then everything was done, over with. I guess I thought that meant my life with you went with Jerry. It hurt, more than anything I ever thought it could. But then I thought about you. If he could get killed, as a detective, who sits behind the desk all day. If he could get killed, imagine how easy it would be for you?

"I couldn't live with myself if anything happened. So I thought if I pushed you away, it would hurt less," he explained.

"Did it?" He sat down next to her, cushion sinking under his weight.

He looked her in the eye, shaking his head. "No. It made everything harder, without you. Waking up in the morning, even. I guess yesterday just sent me over the edge. I came so close to losing you for good. And even though I thought it was better we weren't together, because of situations like that, I found myself walking into the building."

She shook her head, "You could've died, Sam."

"So could you." Sam said, simply, pointing out the obvious. He reached for her hand, curling his fingers around it.

"I don't think I could've lived with myself if anything had happened to you. I mean, in that situation, I wouldn't be living with myself-"

"Andy."

"Yes?"

"Can I continue?" She nodded, "Okay, so I went into the building. And you kept going on about how I didn't care so I shouldn't be there. If you had known my thoughts for the last month and a half, you would know how much I care. I guess that I was afraid that, that would be it. Suddenly, those words seemed a lot less scary than losing you. I had to tell you, in case something happened."

She nodded, taking everything in. She was rather surprised that he monopolized the conversation, considering he usually took a back seat to talking. Maybe now he would open up to her.

"Why didn't you ever talk about yourself, or your past or family? Or anything. You know everything about me, and I know hardly anything about you."

He held her face in his hands and brushed his nose against hers. He brushed his lips across her quickly, and then pulled away. Shrugging, he asked a simple question that would be the start to a better relationship.

"What do you want to know?"

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I'm going to end it there. Ha, evil me. I have a lot on my mind, so apologies to any spelling or grammar errors or how out of character some of them seem. I'm distracted. Lots to do, so little time.