Moonlit Wishes
Book III, Part XIV

EJ fell into his bed, his head hurting even more after this latest encounter with Samantha. Not to mention another head that got no relief either his mind was all but screaming at him to which he promptly tried to ignore.

No such luck, fifteen minutes later he was still hard as stone and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted Samantha.

Wanted her badly…

Well his body wanted her badly, his mind still was firmly entrenched with the wanting something more from her.

Much more…

Which apparently she couldn't give to him because he had thought for just a brief moment there that she was going to say something to him and then nothing, not a damn word beyond giving him a dismissal of goodnight.

He stripped down to his boxers, haphazardly throwing his clothing off into the floor, not caring one way of another it if reached the dirty clothes hamper.

Looking downward there was no mistaking that he needed some kind of release or he was going to go crazy or worse case scenario explode.

Guess he'd be taking another cold shower, one of many he had taken over the past recent months. Hopefully the cold water would also break this damnable fever that was seemingly climbing higher with each passing hour.

He stripped off his boxers too and headed for the shower when his vision blurred, making him lose his balance and he hit the floor.

Sami was downstairs rearranging the toys one more time, doing anything to divert her mind off what was really bothering her, that being her inability to tell EJ how she truly felt about him. She could kick herself for chickening out, but there had to be some kind of reason why she couldn't vocalize those three important words to him.

She had turned off the lights and was heading up the stairs when she heard it.

A huge thud…

Oh no, any moment now she expected to hear one of her children crying out for her because one of them must have fallen out of their bed.

Thank goodness she already had the toy situation taken care of if the noise caused all of them to wake up. Then she was surprised, no one was crying or calling out her name.

She crept cautiously to each of their bedrooms, barely opening their door a crack to find that none of her children were crying for her or had fallen out of bed.

If that was the case, what had caused the noise? She hadn't been hearing things and she didn't believe in ghosts.

Well sometimes she believed in ghosts. Oh hell she believed in ghosts all the time, she was Irish for god's sake, but surely a ghost wasn't haunting the house.

Maybe she was losing it and was taking to hearing things now, but something was nagging her to go check EJ's room just to make sure he was ok.

It was either him or a ghost.

For once she was almost ready for it to have been a ghost instead because she knew EJ didn't want to see her again.

He'd probably think she was crazy or trying another angle to garner his attention, but she walked to the end of the house where the master bedroom was and tapped lightly on the door.

No answer, not a peep from inside and that made her mad. No way in hell EJ was fast asleep already. He had just left her not even fifteen minutes earlier.

Insufferable jackass she thought as she twisted the knob on the door, half expecting it to be locked like he had been known to do lately. It wasn't like she was going to come into his room and attack him.

To her surprise the door opened easily and she was ready to tell him off for trying to scare her when she stopped dead in her tracks.

EJ was there in his bedroom, or rather halfway in the bedroom and the other half in the bathroom.

She rushed to his side, only to be more than slightly mortified when she realized EJ was out of it and apparently out of his clothes too all at the same time.

What in the world was she going to do now?