"Oh, that's good," Sam said, making an approving little sound. The little strap of her top slid over her shoulder as Jack kept kissing there, but she didn't really mind at all.

She was thinking that Jack just might have to spend every night in here if he was going to be like this. Because honestly? She was having trouble with remembering why he wasn't here every night anyway, not when she was this infatuated with him.