It was not like the first time Sam had lost control over himself. Every time when he faced Christine alone in such tempting time, he had repeatedly lost his self control. She kissed him with all the aching longing that being close to him evoked. She kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers until their breaths were mingled gasps and they were straining to one another.
She put her hands on either sides of his face. He had never gotten lost in a kiss before. His heart kept missing the beats. His hands could not bring her close enough to him. He was waiting for this person forever.
"Christine...I want you." Sam broke away from this never ending kiss.