~Samantha Lee~

Tyler's hand was warm on my back guiding me to the edge of my bed. The mattress dipped under my weight as I sat, my knees feeling strangely weak. He didn't move away, just stood over me, his gaze was intense scanning my face like he was trying to decipher a complex play he'd never seen before.

"Sam," he started, "Can I ask you something? And I want you to be honest."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "Shoot."

He crouched down so we were at eye level. "Have you ever... You ...