"Or, more to the point, I didn't have anything to decorate with. My former landlord sold everything he could four months into my coma. He kept a few boxes with my clothes, my legal books, and some personal stuff he said he 'didn't feel right' about selling." Samantha shrugged - it was just one of those things that was, and there was nothing she could do to change it.

Something she could do something about was the way he looked at her. "You know, if you keep staring at my mouth, I'm going to start thinking you want to kiss me again."