Irene came back sooner than he had thought.  She walked past the bathroom doorway carrying a tray and what looked like a duffle.  Sam gave Irene a sheepish nod as she gave him a quizzical look.  He answered her with an emphatic tone in his voice.<br/><br/>“I did miss you . . . quite a lot.”<br/><br/>Sam was dressed in his drawers by the time she returned to the doorway to the bathroom.  He shrugged unable to think of what else to say.  He tossed the damp cloth into the corner with the other bath linens they had used.  Sam sighed and walked to her.  His body felt quite hot as he blushed.  It had been ages since the last time he’d felt so silly.<br/><br/>“Yeah I’m hungry for breakfast . . . and for you.”<br/><br/>He kissed her cheek and moved past her to the table.  He looked down at the food and coffee and looked back to her with a smile.<br/><br/>“Thanks honey . . . for getting this . . . it looks great.”<br/>