Sam shrugged, and sighed. "Okay..." he said softly, this time stopping himself from kissing her. "I'll see you soon," he added, clearing his throat to get rid of the frog inside.
He took a good look at her, as though committing her face to memory. The makeup she'd had on before their fight had left tear tracks down her cheeks, evidence of the destruction he'd caused.
All of a sudden Sam wished he had his mother here to make things right. She'd always been an awesome advice giver, knowing things about the opposite sex that Sam had never guessed, given that she was one. She'd know what to do in this situation.