A soft pout formed on her pretty face as Samantha looked rightfully sorrowful. She had been feeling the ugly sting of jealousy with her mind flooding with thoughts of the others and the attention he was giving them rather than her.  She had missed him so very much and although she had long since given up the hope of belonging to him and him to her, she still had hoped he would do his best to get to her swiftly.  Her definition of the word was obviously not the same as his. Still his worry had her heart melting as often as it did when it came to Beacon.  As he caressed her neck with his lips, she sighed, cocking her head to one side as a whisper fell from her lips, dripping from her tongue on a gentle moan. "I'm sorry lover, I was selfish.”