"It's not how I wanted it, Sam," Jack admitted, voice pained. He'd taken to looking at his hands, since looking at Sam herself usually ended bad for the both of them.

"I've fantasized about you for longer than I can remember and you always...we were as good in bed as we were out of it. I didn't want...I just wish I had it to do again and to do it right so you'd be happy with it."

Happy with me, he thought silently, studying the tabletop.

"Something about this damn island makes me where I can't keep my hands off you and I'm not...look, I have no idea what I'm saying. I'm going to stop talking."