Pushing any thoughts of negativity way into the back of her head, Heather just pushed on. She wasn't forcing herself to do anything because she truly wanted him, but she knew if she got past this that it would make dealing with the rape easier. This new memory could replace the old one, and it wouldn't be so raw and painful and frightening. That was her logic, anyway. Whether or not it would work in the end was still up in the air, but she was going to try.
When Sam moved back and pulled her gently into his lap, she felt a twinge of guilt and bitterness when her mind flashed back to the first time she'd been with the other version of Sam, the time she'd instigated. It was the same positioning, and just that in itself caused her to feel a jolt of painful emotion.
Pulling back, she rested her forehead against his and swallowed hard. "Sam...I want you to help me forget about it. I don't want to think about it anymore. I just want to think about this. And you."