Samantha Towle

She’s stunning.

And I’m so completely screwed

Who the fuck is this girl?

Checking Dozer over … sounding like she knows what she’s talking about … fixing up his leg…

And that black eye.

“You can take the sunglasses off, you know. There’s only us here, and I’ve already seen what you’re hiding behind them.”

“Oh, you have no idea, babe.”

Babe? Holy shit. Is he…?

Did he just flirt with me?

No. No way.

“You have a nice face. You know, as faces go.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I smile. But what I actually feel like doing is breaking into a fucking dance. “You have a nice face too, Mia. Really nice.”

A smile slowly lifts her lips. The light coming in through the window, behind her, frames her perfectly. She looks like an angel. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Punch. To. The. Chest.

I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Bad choice of words. You’re right. You are most definitely not a thing. You, Mia … are most definitely a woman.”

“Did you know you swing your ass when you walk?”

“I said, leave her the fuck out of it!”

And his question makes perfect sense when he leans forward and licks the salt from my hand. Slowly.

Holy. Crap.