Heather's mind wasn't concentrating on the awful things that had happened to her before, and it was easier to do than she might've initially thought it would be. As she sat there kissing him, a hand at his neck and the other slipping around his back once she'd untangled their fingers from one another, she could only think about this Sam, and how much she loved him. There was nothing else on her mind just then.
She moved closer to him, shifting so that she was sitting up on her knees and leaning over him a bit. She hadn't been lying when she said she wanted him, either, though at the time, it had only been a joke. Now, though, things were incredibly different, and she just couldn't help herself.