Chapter Fourteen

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It'd been a week since she hadn't returned home. She spent the days at Lance's, soaking up in the companionship he offered. He was kind and patient and understanding towards her. Samantha found it hard to believe her luck. Even though she hadn't known him for a very long time, he stuck by her. She relished in the comfort and to be completely honest, she wasn't sure how she would have managed by herself in that apartment.

It was Friday and she planned to go home now. She didn't want to overstay her welcome. She changed out of one of his many T-shirt and boxers and prepared to get herself ready and on her way.

He had allowed her to take the bedroom while he slept in the living room. She crept out of the room, closing the door softly behind her and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully. She searched around for a pen and paper to leave a note on for him for when he woke and finally found a piece of crumpled paper on one corner of the living room and went back into the bedroom for the pen she had seen lying on the table beside the bed.

She hurriedly scribbled on the paper, expressing her thanks and slipped it carefully beside him. Just as she was about to leave she let out a small gasp as she felt his hand tighten around her wrist.

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