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“Why won’t you just let me say nice things about you?” I pressed. “Will you let anyone say nice things about you?”

“What are you talking about? I love people saying nice things about me. Why else do you think I put so much time in at my job?” He scoffed. “I might complain about it, every day, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take my craft seriously—”

“I’m not talking about your job. I’m talking about you.” I tilted my head closer to him, so close our faces were only inches away. “You always shrink away from every compliment. Why is that?”

“Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?”

“I’m trying to get to know you.”

“Maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up looking like this—” He waved a hand across my frame. “Have you ever considered that? That not everyone has been hot their entire lives?”

“Nice try, but I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“Oh, I think it is.” Sam let out a laugh but there wasn’t any warmth behind it. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put on some music—”

“Come to bed with me.”

“What?” Sam’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Right now?”

“Yes. Right now.” I gingerly trailed my fingers down his face. “There’s something I want to show you.”

“This feels like a trap but that’s okay.” Sam smirked before he turned his mouth toward my hand, pressing a kiss against it. “I’d follow you into a trap, any day, Damon Anderson.”

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There was a crack of thunder as we headed down the hall, the patter of raindrops on the roof punctuating our every step. When we got to the bedroom, lightning shone through the window, illuminating the room in an almost ethereal sea of white.

“This storm is never going to end, is it?” Sam murmured, his eyes focused on the window, seeming to follow the storm’s breeze blowing through the woods.

“Do you really want it to?” I murmured back. “Because when the roads are clear, and I can get back to Wild Woods HQ…”

“…You’ll be gone.” Sam completed the thought. He then took a step closer to me, his hands resting on my shoulders. “In that case… I hope it lasts just a little while longer.”

“Me too,” I admitted, before I pressed my lips against his, capturing him in a kiss. We stayed like that for a moment, our mouths exploring each other’s as the storm proceeded to pick up speed, raging in the background of the cabin.

Suddenly, Sam broke off the kiss, a grin on his expression.

“Something on your mind?” I asked.

“Just that you said you wanted to show me something,” he replied. “Well, what is it? What did you want to show me?”

“I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

“Oh.” Sam seemed a little let down by my answer. “Are you going to make me look at myself in the mirror and say affirmations? Because I’d really rather not—”

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind, no.” I took a deep breath, a confession waiting on my tongue. “There’s something you don’t know about me, Sam.”

“I’d say there’s a lot I don’t know about you,” Sam started, before a small smile spread across his face. “At least, not yet.”

I reached for Sam’s hands, taking them in mine as I went on. “The way I want to show you how beautiful you are… it’s a little unconventional.”

“Unconventional?”

“I want to dominate you, Sam,” I fully admitted, the words causing a heat to rush through my skin. “I want to dominate every part of you. I want to do things to you that are going to make you fall apart and I want to be the one to put you back together. Do you understand?”

“I… understand,” Sam said, his voice slightly trembling.

“Shit.” I let go of Sam’s hands, pulling my own back toward my waist. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have—We don’t have to take it there, Sam. We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. I would never—”

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