4 comments/ 23531 views/ 7 favorites Starstruck Ch. 14-17 By: warrior_wolf Hi everyone. Well, the story's coming to a close. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Look out for more stories from me soon. Happy reading. As always, all characters are 18 years or over. * Chapter 14 The next couple of days went by like a dream for Sam. Although she was new at the whole relationship thing, she was eager to explore and learn. Chase, knowing her inexperience, was slow and gentle with her, not wanting to spook her away, but he was amazed at how passionate she was when the wall she kept around her had started to crumble. They spent nearly every waking, and sleeping moment together. They hadn't had sex, in fact they'd barely gotten past a passionate kiss, but at the moment they were happy at the stage they were at. Although she was willing, Chase knew she wasn't ready for anything more. Although she had started to trust Chase more and more everyday, Chase knew she still didn't trust him enough to let him in fully. This still hurt Chase a little, however he could understand Sam's reservations, so gave her all the time she needed. Three days before both Sam and Chase were to leave to go back to their respective lives, Sam had finally plucked up enough courage to seek out Chase and ask him a very important question. Waiting for him on her bed until he had finished getting into his pajamas in his own room, Sam nervously rehearsed what she wanted to say to him. When Chase entered the room, everything Sam had thought of was erased from her head. "Um, Chase, could I speak to you before we go to bed?" Chase looked over to Sam. Something was up. She looked nervous and fidgety, sitting there in the middle of the bed. "Sure sweetheart, what's up?" "Um, well, this is for you." Sam thrusted an envelope into Chase's hands and sat there waiting for him to open it. Chase had no idea what it could be and upon opening it was shocked to find an invitation for Sam's gallery opening. "I thought it was only right to invite you, you know, since you were the model for my picture and all." Chase looked at the date on the invitation and felt his heart drop by what he was about to do. "I can't go." "What?" "I can't go. I'm supposed to be in Pennsylvania by this date, for the movie." "Well, I know that you've officially finished your holiday by then, but I thought that seeing it was only a few extra days you'd be able to come." "I can't sweetheart, they've already given me more time off than they can afford. My bosses will go nuts if I demand anymore time off." Chase went to take Sam in his arms. "I'm so sorry baby." Sam stiffened as Chase came towards her, so he dropped his arms to his sides and stared at her. "That's alright", Sam answered in a small voice. "I understand". "Sam..." "I think you should go to your own room tonight." "Sam, don't do this." "Please leave." Chase sighed as he got up off the bed. He had just ruined all the ground he had made with Sam. "Alright Sam I'll go. I'll see you in the morning." Sam lay down on the bed once he'd left and started to cry. She should have known better than to start to trust and love someone again, should have known that he wouldn't keep his promise to never leave her. She knew that believing in anyone only led to heartache. Making a decision, Sam got out of bed and started to pack. She couldn't face Chase again, not after his rejection, so she had decided to go back to L.A. She would leave at first light, say good bye to Warrior and Mac, and be gone before Chase woke up. Then she would never have to see him again. * * * * Chase woke up the next morning, memories of last night flooding back. Groaning, Chase hauled himself out of bed, determined to put things right with Sam. After looking for her in her bedroom and the tower, Chase decided she must be with Mac or out for a ride. Either way, he could corner her at the stables and get her to listen to his apology. Walking into the stables, Chase noticed that Warrior was still in his stall with Sam nowhere in sight. While hunting for her, he came across Mac. "Morning Mac, um, have you seen Sam anywhere around? I need to talk to her." "I'm fraid ye be too late Master Chase. She's gone." "What do you mean she's gone. Gone where?" "Back to L.A. Left early this mornin." "What. But why?" "Don't know to rightly me self. Said something bout a gallery or something. Must say though, seemed right jittery this mornin." "She's gone." "Sorry Master Chase. Thought ye'd be the one to git through to er too." Chase walked away, back to his room. It didn't matter. Why should he care. Sam was just a fling, right? Just something to occupy himself while on holiday. Then why did it hurt so much? Deep down, Chase knew that was bull shit. He cared about her, more than he was willing to admit. Deciding he didn't want to stay at the house anymore now that Sam was gone, Chase went to ring Jack to tell him he was ready to come back. Chapter 15 Chase stared moodily out of the plane window. He and Jack had just been to Michigan and were now flying to Galveston. Chase was getting fed up at the planning of the bloody tour, not understanding why he was constantly flying all over the US instead of starting at one end and finishing at the other. Then again Chase was getting fed up with everything. It had been a week since he had last seen Sam. Seven days, but to Chase it felt like a life time. He missed the way she smiled at him, the way she would look when she drew or painted, he missed her smell and the way her hair blew in the wind. Hell, he missed everything about her. No matter what he did, Chase couldn't get her out of his head. Jack was worried about Chase. He hadn't been the same since he'd come back from the Montagues. Normally a level headed guy, Chase had been moody and depressed, often staring out into space, lost in his own thoughts. At autograph signings, he greeted his fans, but Jack could see that his heart was no longer in it. "What's wrong Chase?" "What, sorry." He had been brooding again. "What's wrong? You haven't been the same since you got back." "It's nothing. I'm fine, really." "Don't give me that it's nothing bull shit. I've known you long enough to know that something pretty big is on your mind. It's that Montague girl, Sam, isn't it." Chase knew he couldn't continue to lie to Jack. He wouldn't shut-up until Chase told him about it anyway. "We had a fight, before I left. Sam's got this gallery opening that she had to organise. It's some big wig thing that she's done for her school. She asked her parents to go, after I had been a bastard towards her. They declined, quite nastily as it turned out, pompous assholes that they are. Then Sam asked me. She was counting on me being by her side. I said no, said I had to do this promo shit. She got angry at me." "Surely she understands Chase." "You don't understand Jack. I've let her down. I was just getting her to open up to me. She's had a shit childhood, trusting people is hard for her. She's so vulnerable, especially now that I've made her open up to emotions. I let her down." Chase was close to tears. He felt like such a bastard. He should have gone to the opening, should have postponed the tour. He felt like shit. "She's just a girl Chase. You have hundreds throwing themselves at you every day. You'll get over her..." "I love her Jack." Jack looked at Chase stunned. Chase looked equally confused. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but it was true. He had fallen in love with Sam. "She's the only girl I've met since the acting thing that hasn't given a shit about that. She liked me for me." "Are you sure Chase? I mean, it could just be lust." "No Jack, I'm sure. I love her." Jack knew he would probably loose his job over this, but he couldn't bare to see his friend like this anymore. "Well then, we'll have to see what we can do, won't we." * * * * Sam opened the front door to her house and trudged warily inside. She had been up since five this morning and hadn't stopped since. Today was the day of the opening, and Sam had spent nearly all day getting the gallery ready. Now Sam just wanted it over. She had a splitting headache and felt sick from not eating all day. Finally, her art teacher had shooed her away to get ready for tonight. As Sam got to her room, she groaned. What was she going to wear. She had been so depressed for the first half of the week over Chase, then so busy for the rest that she had forgotten to go shopping. Hating herself for thinking it, Sam knew that she would have to go and raid Emily's wardrobe. Although she was taller than her mother, Sam was sure she could find something. Anyway, her parents wouldn't even be there, so she would never know. Removing her clothes, Sam turned on the shower in her bathroom and stepped under the warm spray. Feeling the warmth on her shoulders allowed her to relax, at least for a little while. Everything had gone wrong today. The electricians couldn't get the lights to shine in the right places, half the artwork went missing and the catering company got lost on the way to the school. She didn't know how she had done it, but Sam had managed not to kill anyone. Tonight would be a different story. This was the big test. She had to spend an entire night with the people she had spent nearly her whole life avoiding. Knowing she had no choice, Sam straightened her shoulders and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, she headed back to her bedroom. Sam stopped in mid-stride as she glanced at the bed. While in the shower one of the maids had draped one of the most beautiful dresses Sam had ever seen on her bed. Reaching down for it, Sam saw an envelope laying next to it. Opening it, she pulled out a card that said good luck on the front. Who could this be from. It certainly wasn't from her parents, and she had no friends who would send her a card. Opening it up, Sam felt tears prick up behind her eyes. Dear Sam, just a little something to wish you luck on your big night. I'm so proud of you. Sorry I couldn't be there, I'll be thinking of you. Chase. P.S. knew how much you hated shopping so I thought I'd help out a bit. Hope you like it. Sam gazed at the card, then looked at the dress. Although it still hurt that Chase wasn't coming tonight, it was sweet of him to do this. Sam grabbed some underwear and started to get dressed. Lucky for her, she'd somehow bought a strapless bra during a past shopping trip, as the dress had spaghetti straps. Pulling the dress on, Sam admired herself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful. It was made from silk in various colours of pink, from a light dusky pink to deep rose. Hugging her slim form until just below the hips, it then fell in light layers of chiffon to her feet. Looking down, Sam saw a pair of strappy black heels. Sam felt like a princess. The pink went with her dark hair and eyes beautifully, and for the first time, Sam saw herself for the beautiful woman she was. Piling her hair on top of her head, Sam let a few tendrils wisp along her neck and sides of her face. Sam never wore much make up, but her face had looked so gaunt lately, she had to hide it.. Looking at herself in the mirror, Sam was pleased with the overall effect. Looking at the time, Sam realised she had to go. It was time to face the music. Chapter 16 Sam was bored out of her brain. As the organiser of the event, she actually had to talk to people and pretend she was having a good time. Not only were all of the parents here at the event, but most of her graduating class were here as well. These were people that actively ignored her, so she was amazed at how many people were coming up and congratulating her on what a success the night was. Sam had to admit, the night had gone well after this mornings disasters. Everyone was where they should be, doing what was required of them. Still, as the rebel daughter of the Montagues, the girl that no one in society, not even her parents, accepted, she was getting quite a few congratulations. She knew that propriety demanded that people come up to thank her, but she assumed that in her case, they would make an exception. Sam had to admit that the paintings and drawings were wonderful. She had never really taken much of an interest in her class mates before, so had never really looked at their work. Some of them were fabulous, and Sam was quite amazed that some of her class mates had enough substance to be able to produce these pieces of work. Glancing up at the microphone intended for speeches, she saw her art teacher step up to the podium. "May I have your attention ladies and gentlemen. Unbeknown to our lovely host of this evening, Miss Montague, we have secretly had three esteemed art professors from various universities across the USA judge the great pieces we have on display here tonight. I am pleased to inform you that the judges have made the decision and are now ready to announce the winners." Sam was in shock. She had no idea that the school was planning this. She hadn't even noticed anyone going around and judging the artwork. She guessed that she hadn't been told because she had a piece in the gallery, but at the same time she was pissed that they had done this at her opening without her knowledge. Noticing one of the judges step forward to announce third place, Sam supposed she should pay attention. "In third place, with 'Windswept', is Dominic Prestly. The prize for third place is a cheque for $2000, courtesy of Debesque motor dealers." As Dominic went forward to collect his prize, Sam had to admit to herself that his painting was one of the best here. Looking up she saw the other judge step forward to announce second place. "In second place, with 'Gypsy in the Glade', is Abigail Winter. The prize for second place is a cheque for $5000, courtesy of Prestic and Raine Inc." Sam clapped along with the rest of the guests. Looking around, she wondered who the winner could possibly be. She had judged for herself, that although all the artwork was fantastic, the second and third place winners would be the two best pieces of work in the gallery. Looking up at the podium once more, Sam saw her art teacher walk up to the podium again. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight. Presenting the first prize for tonight's exhibition is Hollywood's hottest star, Chase Major." The audience erupted with applause, especially all the younger ladies. Sam froze as she heard that name being called, stared as the owner of that name stepped onto the podium. All around her, the girls were whispering to each other excitedly, "Oh my god, it's Chase Major," but Sam didn't hear any of it. She was completely focused on the man she thought she would never see again. Chase made it look like he was looking at everyone in the audience, but in reality, he only had eyes for Sam. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am both pleased and honored to be here presenting the first place award tonight. The first place winner was extremely difficult to pick, as all the pieces of artwork here tonight were fantastic." Sam could hear the girl to her right whisper to her friend, "did you hear that, Chase Major thought my artwork was fantastic." Sam, now out of her shock, laughed to herself. These girls could never know Chase the way she did. Sam could still hear Chase speaking, so turned her attention back towards him "...and the first place winner, with 'two images, one man' is Samantha Montague." Sam was stunned. How could she win. Her artwork wasn't nearly good enough. Hell, she had only exhibited a piece of work because she had to. Before she even realised what she was doing, Sam was halfway up the steps of the podium. Chase took her hand and helped her up the last couple of steps. Sam was thankful. She wasn't used to heels, and was finding walking difficult, especially up stairs. Chase looked into her eyes. He had missed her so much. "Hi," he whispered softly. "Hi." "Loved the picture." "Thanks." Chase handed Sam the award and turned back to the audience. "The prize for first place is $10 000, courtesy of Mathews, Mathews and Hobson Attorneys. Congratulations Sam." Sam felt like she was floating on cloud nine until a high pitched whiney voice was heard in the background. "That's not fair, it was rigged. She's the organiser of this whole event." Sam turned around and saw the owner of the voice. Allison Hitchly, leader of the Bitch Mob squad. "Everyone knows she's a crappy artist. There's no way she could have won through talent." Sam felt the colour drain from her face. She should have known that something would go wrong during the night. She just hadn't thought that Allison hated her that much that she would so openly critisise her. Looking at Chase, she could him looking calmly at Allison. Sam was confused. Why was he looking at Allison like she wasn't making a scene. Had Sam meant so that little to himthat she didn't matter anymore. Chase turned to Sam. "What's her name?" "What?" "That girl over there. What's her name?" "I...it's Alison Hitchly." "She's the one who always gives you trouble at school, isn't she." Sam just nodded mutely. She could hear everyone in the audience talking to each other, feel all eyes on her, disapproving. Sam just wished she could die. Her art teacher stepped forward and tried to calm everyone down. "I can assure you ladies and gentlemen, that there is no way that the prizes were rigged. As I stated at the beginning of the awards, Miss Montague was completely unaware of any judging." It was too late though. The damage had already been done. Sam looked at Allison and saw the pure hatred and malice on her face. She had been trying to deface Sam in someway since she had met her, and she had finally won. Sam was startled when she saw Chase pushing his way towards Allison. Sam couldn't take anymore. Not only had Allison taken away any shred of respect she had with these people, not to mention defacing her in front of, as Sam had only realised when she had gotten a closer look at them, two of the men who were in charge of choosing the art scholarship recipients of her chosen university, it looked like she had taken away the man Sam loved. Sam couldn't take it anymore and fled from the room. Chase saw the sickly sweet smile Allison pasted on her face when she saw him walk towards her. She made Chase feel sick, and it was about time she learnt a lesson. Allison soon lost the smile when she saw the anger on Chase's face and started to feel fear. "Miss Hitchly, isn't it?" Allison put on a brave face, sure she could charm him out of his anger. After all, there had never been a man she couldn't seduce and get to do her whims. "Yes, Mr. Major. And I must say, I am such a big fan of yours..." "Oh shut-up. You don't have to play the seductive whore with me. Do you have any idea what your tormenting has done to Sam all of these years. Do you have any idea what pain and suffering she's gone through." "Excuse me. I don't know what Samantha's been telling you, but I can assure you it's a lie." Allison was getting worried. She had her reputation to think about after all, and although she was truly an evil little bitch, to everyone who mattered, she was the image of an angel. "Don't give me that shit. Although I don't know everything you've done to Sam over the years, I know that you've given her hell. Well, you've gone too far tonight. You are going to go up to that podium and publicly apologise to Sam for everything you've ever done to her." "Or what?" "Or I'm going to go up there and tell everyone your little secret regarding your preference for women. Not only that, I'll tell everyone about your perverted little fetishes for whips and chains." She gasped. "How do you know about that?" Allison was petrified. She would be ruined. Starstruck Ch. 14-17 "I have my ways. Now, what's your choice?" "Fine. I'll apologise." Unfortunately, Sam hadn't stuck around to hear it. Chapter 17 Chase looked for Sam everywhere after he had finished with Allison. Not finding her at the gallery, he decided that she had gone home. Sam had gone home, but had taken a large detour around the city. She didn't really know where she was walking, so it was amazing that she ended up on her front doorstep. Although the tears had finally stopped flowing, Sam still felt like crap. It had started to rain while she had been walking and Sam was soaking wet. Her hair was tangled and falling over her face, her make-up was smudged and her feet were killing her. Trudging up the stairs, although Sam had no idea how her feet handled it, she finally made it to her room. Turning on the light, she stepped towards her bed, only to pull up short. He was there, sitting on her bed. But why? Sam was sure he would have found some fan to go home with after what happened. Why would he have come to her? Chase looked up at Sam and saw her start to sway on her feet. She was exhausted and in shock. Jumping off of the bed, Chase was able to catch her before she hit the ground. "Sam, baby, look at me. Come on Sam." Sam looked up at him, groggy and confused. "Why aren't you with Allison?" Then she went into a dead faint. Chase carried her to her bed. He was surprised she hadn't passed out sooner. As he undressed her and wiped the make-up off her face, he could see she hadn't been looking after herself. She had lost weight since he had seen her and her face looked pale and gaunt. Not to mention the stress she would have been under over the gallery. And him. Chase knew that she had to be suffering, just like he had. He felt like such a shit. Well now he would put things right between them. He only hoped Sam would let him back in. * * * * Sam woke up a few hours later. Looking around the room, Sam could see it was still dark. But wait a minute. How did she get to her room. She could remember last night, the award ceremony, Allison's little outburst, Chase. Oh god. Chase. He was at the opening. Sam could remember him walking towards Allison, then, nothing. She had no idea how she'd gotten home, let alone how she'd gotten unchanged and into bed. Sam started to turn around when she felt a hand snake around her waist. Sam freaked and went to attack who ever it was, but they managed to pinned her arms by her sides. Sam started to thrash about. "Sam, calm down. It's only me. Sam, ow." Sam had managed to get her leg free and brought it down on his back. "Sam, it's Chase." "I know you bastard." She continued to struggle and fight against him until Chase to rolled himself over the top of her. "Calm down would you." "Fuck you you bastard." Sam didn't really know why she was so pissed off. She just knew that she had to somehow release her anger, and Chase was the closest thing to use. "Sam, would you settle down for peat's sake. What's wrong?" "You left me!" Both Sam and Chase stopped struggling on the bed and lay still. Sam couldn't believe what she had just yelled at him. Why couldn't she control her emotions when she was around him? She used to be so good at masking her feelings before Chase came along. Now that the anger was gone, Chase could only see hurt and the pain of rejection in her eyes. Chase lightly stroked her face. "I know baby. I'm so sorry." "Why did you do it. I mean, how could you just abandon me when I needed you most, then turn up out of the blue and expect me to continue on with you like nothing happened. Especially after you went after bloody Allison." "What? What do you mean I went after Allison? I went up to her to make her publicly apologise to you for all the crap she's dished out to you over the years." "Oh yeah, like I'm really stupid enough to believe that. I saw the way you looked at each other. Now get off me you wanker." Sam started to struggle again, bucking her hips to try and dislodge Chase enough so she could get out from under him. "God damn it Sam, I was doing it for you. If you hadn't run out of there you would have seen that." "Why the fuck do you even care?" "Because I love you god damn it," Chase yelled at the top of his lungs. Sam looked at Chase, shocked. "W...what?" "I love you. I always have. I just didn't realise it until I lost you." "Then how could you leave me like that? I needed you." "I know, god how I know. I've been beating myself up over that since I left you. What can I do to make you believe me?" Sam looked up at Chase, the only person she had ever truly loved. Yes, he had hurt her, but hadn't he also saved her in a way. Although Sam found this hard to do, as she had been hurt so much in the past, she knew that if she let this, them, go, she would always wonder what could have been. Leaning in towards Chase slowly, she put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him towards her. "Kiss me. That's all you have to do." Chase moaned and pulled Sam into him for a hard, passionate kiss. He tried so hard to restrain himself, not wanting to scare her, but Sam was responding to him so much, he couldn't help himself. Quickly rolling on top of her, he pinned Sam's arms above her head. Holding her wrists with one hand, he explored her body with the other. Sam moaned as she felt his hands sweep along her side and start to fondle her breast. She had never felt anything like this before. As Chase started to slowly grind himself against her, Sam hooked her leg over his back and pushed herself up to meet his thrusts. Hearing Sam moan brought Chase to his senses and he stopped what he was doing. Sam felt bereft when his hand left her breast and he stopped assaulting her mouth. Looking up at him, Sam felt confused. Had she done something wrong? She had never been with a guy in any aspect before. She really had no idea what she was doing. What if she had done something to turn him off? Chase saw the worry and uncertainty on Sam's face. Slowly stroking her cheek, Chase tried to calm both himself and her down. "Sam, if you don't want this to go any further, you have to say so now. I don't think I'm going to be able to stop again." Sam was touched by his concern, but she was a big girl. She knew what she wanted. "I love you Chase. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be right now." Touched by her tender words, Chase forced himself to slow down. He knew this was her first time and he wanted it to be special for her. Kissing her gently on the lips, Chase slowly began to unbutton her shirt. As each button was undone, Chase kissed the new area of skin that was revealed to him. Her skin was soft and smooth and tasted completely unique, completely Sam. Her smell was intoxicating. He couldn't get enough. As the last button gave way, Sam rose slightly so Chase could slide the shirt over her shoulders. Kissing her on the lips again to reassure her, Chase then turned his attentions to her breasts. He decided then and there that she had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Not that he had a whole lot of naked ones to compare them to, but even so, he had seen his share. They were round and full, just large enough to fit in his hand. The nipples were small and tight from arousal. Slowly kissing each one, he took the right nipple in his mouth, slowly sucking and biting it until Sam started to moan loudly. Kissing his way across her chest, Chase started to lavish attention on her other breast while fondling the first. Sam arched her back to try and get more of her breast into Chase's mouth and wrapped her fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth closer. It felt so good, with jolts of pleasure going straight from her nipple to her sex. When Sam was moaning and thrashing uncontrollably, Chase pulled up suddenly and kissed Sam hard and deep. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Sam pushed her tongue into Chase's mouth. Chase was both surprised and delighted at her boldness. He knew she had fire, but he had never guessed she would be this responsive to him. Pulling back slightly, Chase once again tried to slow things down before he completely lost control. Sam was now in a passion induced haze. She couldn't think, only feel. Chase jumped off the bed and removed his clothing as quickly as possible. Sam gazed at him as he undressed, amazed that this man was hers. Chase got back on the bed. Looking down, Sam could see that Chase had positioned himself between her thighs. Starting at the top of her left thigh, he slowly left soft, butterfly kisses as he worked his way down to her toes, then back up her other thigh. Although Sam had never done this before, she knew that she had to get Chase's mouth closer to her sex. She needed relief. "Chase, please. I need you...need something." Chase put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs open. Settling himself comfortably, Chase went in for his first taste. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Sam tasted like cream and honey and chocolate all at once. Although Chase wanted to spend time pleasuring her, he knew that he didn't have much time before he blew his own load and he wanted Sam to have an orgasm before he took her. Settling his tongue on her clit, he started to move it hard and fast. Sam was pushing her hips up towards Chase's face, trying create more friction. She could feel something building up in her tummy and she needed it to be released. Sensing Sam's impending orgasm, Chase sucked her clit in between her lips, hard. Sam screamed with pleasure, almost tearing the sheets as she clawed the bed. Not waiting for her to come down, Chase crawled up her body and kissed her hotly. Sam felt Chase enter her, slowly and carefully. Although she trusted him, she was expecting it to hurt the first time and tensed around him. Chase soothed Sam with quiet words until she relaxed again. As it was, there was no pain. All the years of horse riding had already torn her barrier, allowing Chase to glide in smoothly. Chase started to move in and out slowly, but as Sam's pleasure increased, she started to move with him and urged him to go faster. "Chase, harder, faster, please." Chase couldn't hold off any more and started to slam into her. God, she was so hot and tight, Chase had never felt anything like this before. Sam wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed into him as hard as possible. Feeling Sam's nails claw into his back, Chase knew he would have bruises there tomorrow, but he didn't care. She felt so right. He fit her perfectly like they were made for each other. Sam's moaning increased to high pitched yells as her second orgasm exploded. Feeling Sam clamp down tight on him caused Chase to erupt and spill his seed deep inside of her. They both collapsed, exhausted. Chase didn't want to pull out of Sam, loving the feeling of still being inside of her, but knew he must be getting heavy. Slowly withdrawing, Chase rolled onto his side and pulled Sam into his arms. She snuggled down onto his chest, feeling safe and warm. "I love you Chase." "I love you too Sam. Get some sleep. I promise I'll still be here in the morning." And every morning, Chase thought to himself. Now he had her again, there was no way he was going to let her go.