It was true that she'd thought about it, who wouldn't have? "I worried I should care. I mean married man and all. They call me the office whore but I didn't ever plan to hurt anyone, its probably stupid, you being here with me instead of...y'know." He took her hand though and she really truly didn't care about anyone outside of this little apartment, him, her and Lauren. That's how it was supposed to be. Even if that statement made no sense given she'd hardly known him any time at all. Or had she known him longer. How could she have though. What parts of herself had she forgotten, all the parts that were his perhaps?
"But I don't care. I just know that this, that you. You feel right". Leaning over like he was, all she could do was look up at him, logic dicated she should reverse their positions but she wouldn't just yet. Maybe later, maybe if... "How about if all that matters here and now is us. How about if we do all we can to fix all this, to make it right, then you help me explain to my baby how much I love her because I think you can. I think you can help me. I sort of think sometimes lately you were sent here to help me. Because, before you there was no one like this for me. Not ever." She leaned up teasingly running her teeth along his lip, it was a little more temptress than she'd planned but once again it felt right. Everything around Sam felt right, everything excpet the dreams where she was causing him hurt, where something she did, something she gave him, dragged him down. But she wouldn't think about it. Not here, not like this.
"I have a bedroom" she said after a few moments silence. And almost instantly she wanted to litirally headdesk. I have a bedroom. Stupid statement, of course she had a bedroom, who didn't have a bedroom. But she figured he'd know what she meant.