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He thinks about Sam when he’s studying
medical journals. He ponders her soft curves when he’s supposed to
be on patrol in the middle of the night at the farm. He examines the soft shapes of her delicate
face while he’s milking a cow and she’s yammering away beside him
about who knows what. When they ride together, he finds himself
staring at her thighs gripping the horse’s sides or her small hands
that are so soft yet firm on the reins. He can’t even let himself
think about the flirty arch of her black eyebrows or the dark pink
of her small mouth.
    “What is it, Simon? Is something wrong?” she
asks again and bites her lower lip.
    “Damn it,” he swears under his breath,
earning a startled expression from Sam.
    Simon sinks his hands into the
hair at either side of her face
and snatches her to him. Her surprised yelp gets smothered as his
mouth covers hers in a kiss that nearly buckles his knees. Hers do,
though, and he has to hold her up. He’s not sure if he’s frightened
her, but he also doesn’t know if he could’ve stopped himself from
doing this, either. He’s wanted to kiss her for so long, since the
first day he’d found her hiding on the floor of her closet. Her
fragile, doll face has beckoned him ever since.
    He staggers forward, bumping them both
into the shelving unit. His dirty leather work-boots scuff against
the tile floor. Not wanting her to get hurt by the steel shelf
behind her head, or at least that’s what he tells himself, Simon
removes his hands from her face and wraps them around her middle.
He lifts her clean off the ground and up close to his front, up
against his chest like she’d fallen asleep that night in the barn.
Her stifled squeal of surprise is brief as his mouth covers hers
again. He kisses her thoroughly, letting the need for her that has
grown for so long explode from
him. His tongue slips past her teeth as he ravages her tiny,
Cupid’s bow mouth.
    Her arms wrap around his neck, fingers
sliding into his hair, which causes him to groan. His hands slide
down and cover the tops of her thighs, then under her bottom, that
same bottom he’d been staring at during the walk to the clinic. The
perfect, heart-shaped bottom that he’s caught himself staring at
many, many times in these same stretchy tight riding pants.
    “Oh, fuck!” Reagan yells from the door.
“Shit! Sorry!”
    Simon immediately drops Samantha to the
ground, and they separate as fast as humanly possible. Reagan spins
and flees from the storage room as if she has spied a snake on the
floor. Simon is left standing awkwardly with Sam, but the mood is
gone as if a bucket of ice water has been sloshed over his head.
And his hormones.
    “I’m sorry,” he stutters. “That was a
mistake.”
    “It was?” Sam asks and touches her fingertips
to her reddened lips.
    Simon rakes a hand through his red hair,
tousling it and probably making it stand on end. He is the most
disgusting, amoral man alive. He feels like he might vomit.
    “I…we should never… I’m…that was
disgusting,” he blurts on a single, held breath. He actually meant
to say that he is disgusting,
but so many thoughts had popped into his idiotic brain at the same
time that it came out wrong.
    “That was dis…. What?” Sam asks brokenly with
tears in her eyes and also flees the room.
    Simon can’t respond. It is like his mouth is
filled with dried bread crumbs. He feels like either punching
something, someone or doing something violent. Crap. He’s a total
scumbag, no better than the Target men. No better than… him. He’s
no better than him, Bobby, his cousin who’d stolen her youth and so
much more. He’d promised himself that he’d always take care of her,
protect Sam from men that would hurt her again. And here he is
behaving just like those men.
    Reagan reappears at the door to the
storage room where he is still rooted to the same spot, his muscles
shaking with an unrequited need for Sam and an
anger and an untapped rage at