Coming Home

by K.J .

Sam believed all women were beautiful, which made dating a permanent panic attack.

Them? Who’s them? Maybe a whole bunch of Felicity clones? Perhaps Felicity now spoke about herself as a collective.

She cleared her throat, and tried again. “Abigail Taylor.” Oh, much smoother. Totally nailed it.

Sam shook her head. “Nope. No girlfriend.” She heard a very soft noise from Abigail, like the high-low sound of an interested hum.

Abby giggled again, and bit her lip, which caused Sam’s eyes to darken slightly. Oh, hello. That’s interesting.

She flicked her tongue across her top lip to catch a drip of coffee, and Sam felt a tug in her stomach. Oh, come on.

The sound of her willpower packing its bags and leaving her mind was deafening, and Sam wasn’t sure if it had a return ticket.

She felt Sam’s gaze in her heart and, oh boy, did she ever want to give her heart to Sam. She’d look after it. You know she would.

“What I want is love, and forever. I want a home. I want you.”

“Sam Markson, I love you. I love you so much. I am completely head over heels in love with you, and I’ve wanted to say that for such a long time.”