Sam
Jamie lay in bed with Sam, their legs tangled and bodies curled toward each other. Normally he just couldn't get over how comfortable he felt being like this was Sam, how sweet and very, very nice it was. But not tonight -- instead, he kept starting at his own hand, the fingers laced together with Sam's.
"I guess we really picked the right presents for each other," he said, a hint of smug satisfaction in his voice.