Hey there everyone! Here is the third chapter, sorry for the delay, I was still having some proofreading issues! But here it is now, so I'll let you read it!

MANY THANKS to Vixenali who proofread it for me! :) Thanks a lot!

Lying in bed that night, Andy found herself staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. Thoughts were bouncing in her head like little plastic balls. They weren't about anything in particular, they were just a mix of everything that happened in the last few weeks. Her breakup with Luke, the prisoner transport, not forgetting the short but intense make out session with Sam Swarek.

The dinner had been really fun, and she had gone back up to her room past 10pm, a little tipsy from the wine she had drank at dinner. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making her think that much, she knew her father had never been one to be a "happy drunk".

Sighing, Andy turned to her front, sliding both her arms under the pillow as she looked at the ocean through her bedroom window. It seemed so calm at this time of day. The waves were still rhythmically caressing the beach, but they somehow felt slower, calmer. The moon was almost full tonight and its reflection on the water was lighting up the sand hills in this gentle grey light, making everything seem almost unreal.

She wished her thoughts were as calm as the landscape out there, but she felt like a hurricane was going through her head at the moment. She had to say that most of this storm had been brought on by the amazing day she had spent today. Too amazing for someone who had just dumped her "perfect boyfriend" a little voice in her head kept telling her.

Shaking those thoughts out of her head, Andy got up and grabbed her shoes that were on the ground a few feet from the door. Not giving a second thought to the fact that she was still in PJs, she got out of the room, she needed some air.

As soon as she got outside she felt better, the cold salty air clearing her head from all the thoughts that had been bouncing around since she went to bed. Everything was so quiet and she walked for a few seconds before sitting down on the sand, her eyes getting lost in the waves that were reaching a little higher every time they hit the beach, the tide slowing rising up.

She couldn't help but smile as she remembered how much fun she had in those waves and on this beach. It wasn't often that she got to see Sam outside of work, and to see him in a bathing suit had made her warm in all kinds of places. Andy swore she could still feel his warm hands on her body as he put sunscreen on her back, wishing it would've taken him longer to do it.

That was one of the storms that were raging in her head. Brains versus heart. Because as much as the young woman wanted to be with Sam, she just felt like it was wrong to want him so soon after everything that had happened with Luke.

Shivering a little, she crossed her arms in front of her, putting them on her knees and resting her chin on them; it was a bit colder than she had expected, but it felt so good to be outside.

Noise on her left made her raise her head, turning to see who was still up at this late hour, realizing as soon as she saw him that it was Sam. He was wearing sweat pants and a sweater, carrying a blanket on his arm.

"Hey." He simply said as he got close to her, sliding the blanket over her shoulders, just as if he had read her mind about being cold. "Mind if I sit with you?" He asked, not sitting yet, waiting for her answer.

"No, go ahead." Andy answered him, pulling on the blanket's edges so that it was covering her completely.

Giving her a small smile, Sam sat next to her, so close that their shoulders were almost touching but not quite.

"I wasn't sure you'd want company, but I didn't want you freezing to death." He told her, giving her a side look. "It's hard to believe that hours ago we were in our swimming suits right?"

"Yeah tell me about it." Andy said, laughing a little as she remembered the warmth of the sun earlier that day.

They were both silent for a minute, eyes lost in the beauty of the ocean in front of them.

"I thought everyone would be sleeping by now." The young woman said, breaking the silence between them.

"Yeah. Well everyone is not sharing a room with Oliver." Sam said with a frown.

"I know, I could actually hear him snore when I walked past your room." Andy confessed, laughing softly.

"Hey, it's not funny when you're the one sleeping next to him." He said, looking at her with a fake angry look.

They both laughed and she bumped her shoulder with his, not backing up enough for them to separate, leaning against him almost imperceptibly.

"Anyway, I just saw you going out and wanted to be sure you were okay." He told her, his voice now more serious than it was earlier.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks…" She said, answering his unspoken question. "I just couldn't breathe inside, I needed some fresh air."

"If you need some space too I can go." Sam told her in a gentle tone, his voice not louder than a whisper as he looked at her in the eyes.

The depth of his big brown eyes almost made her lose it right there and then. They were so full of tenderness and genuine caring that she had to take a couple of seconds to answer, shaken with what she saw in them.

"No." She finally managed, putting her hand on his arm, squeezing it for an instant before she put it back under the blanket.

He nodded, not leaving her eyes as he gave her a small smile. She smiled back at him, still overwhelmed by everything she felt when he was near her.

"Luke and I broke up." She said out of the blue, turning back to the ocean as she spoke, not trusting herself much longer if he kept looking at her like that.

"I know, I'm sorry…" Sam replied, hoping that he wasn't the reason that they had broken up. The last thing he wanted was to make her sad.

"He told me something weird." Andy began, giving him a small glance before turning back to the water. "He said you told him that it was your fault, what happened the night of the blackout." She continued, not knowing if she wanted an explanation of a confirmation.

"I did." He simply answered.

"Why?" She asked him, looking at him with a questioning look. "You and I both know that's not what happened. I mean, I pretty much jumped on you that night." Andy scoffed, remembering how she was the one who had initiated the whole thing.

"I…" He started, stopping for a few seconds to collect his thoughts. "I don't really know, I figured out that he would be less mad at you if it was my fault and not yours. I just didn't like you being sad over this whole thing." He tried to explain, not really knowing himself why he had done it. He just knew that it broke his heart to see her sad.

Opening her mouth to say something, the young woman closed it back again. This was definitely not one of the answers she had been waiting for.

"You know what saddened me the most?" Andy asked in a low voice. "I thought I had lost you because of all this… And I don't wanna lose you. Sam…" She confessed, not looking at him to see how he was reacting.

He shivered when she said his name, his heart skipping a beat as he realized what she had just told him. Not really knowing what to say to this, he simply wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, tenderly pulling her closer. Not saying a word, she softly rested her head against his shoulder, sighing from contentment.

"You're never gonna lose me." He whispered in her hair as he held her a little tighter.

They just stayed like that, neither of them saying a word as they watched the ocean dance in the moonlight, the sound of the waves filling up the comfortable silence between them. It was only when the water came closer to Andy's feet that they decided it was time to go back.

Sam gave her his hand to help her get up, and she didn't let it go as they walked back to the hotel, none of them saying a word, not wanting to break the magic of the moment. As they reached her room, she gave him back his blanket, smiling.

"Thank you." She said. "For the blanket, and for being there."

"Always." He replied, letting go of her hand to grab the blanket.

Andy had her hand on the doorknob, but they both stayed there, staring at each other in the middle of the hallway. She had so much more to tell him, but it wasn't the time for that yet, she thought as she gave him a small smile, but one that was full of promises.

He took a step towards her, raising his hand up to push back a stray of hair from her face, sliding it behind her ear as he returned her smile. Leaning closer to her, he laid a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight… McNally." He said on a voice so low that it made her shiver.

"Goodnight." Andy replied, turning the handle and going inside the room, looking at him as long as she could before she closed the door, leaning her back against it.

She ran her hands on her face and in her hair, trying to breathe correctly. She didn't know what it was with him, but he had this way of making her go crazy every single time he touched her.

Even though she knew it was the best thing to do, that it was better that they stay alone tonight, Andy still felt the loss of his body in every part of herself.

Slowly, she walked back to her bed, trying to shake off the remaining grains of sand that were stuck on her plaid pajama pants before she got in.

As she pulled up the blanket under her chin and turned around to lie on her side, Andy smiled, her heart still beating faster than usual, but the storm raging in her head had calmed down. After all maybe she just had to let it all go and just go with her heart. And her heart had always wanted Sam Swarek…

There you go! I really hope you liked it! The fourth and last chapter is 95% written now, so it should be up by tomorrow or Monday! Leave me a word to tell me if you liked it and if you want to read the last chapter!