Sam doesn't budge, instead, when I try to tug my hand from his, he holds firm, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand. I'm instantly reminded of Cam, who used to do the same thing to soothe me, and I wince at the symmetry. My mind starts reeling, racing with confused thoughts. How did I get so close to Sam so quickly? Why does it feel like I’m betraying Cam? No. That's not what's happening here. No one could ever take his place. Never. God, I miss Cam. I miss what we had. What the hell is Sam doing to me?
