There was no stopping it this time. When she felt him pressing against her so firmly, she let go of a quiet moan that had no chance for her to swallow down. It would've been so much easier to fight off it they didn't share looks, if this Sam would've had some kind of altered appearance so that her mind couldn't completely confuse the way it felt to be near the them both. But it was impossible. She tried to form a mantra in her head of This isn't Sam, this isn't Sam, but her body reacted to his movements the way it wanted, and she couldn't exactly hide it from him.
"No," she told him, shaking her head without much vindiction. "No, I don't. You're not him."