Her lips parted slightly as he drew her closer to his arms, her rosy cheeks resting against his as he hummed a song and gently patted her back.
"How did you know that song?" she asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"I know it's your comfort song," Samuel said with a broad smile. He stroked her hair and pressed his luscious lips against hers.
"Take me," she said quietly, closing her eyes.
"I will," They were about to deepen the kiss when they heard a male voice shouting as he approached them.
"What are you doing, Jane? You are mine, and no one else's!" Samson's face glowed with visible rage, and his eyes blazed.
"Who is he?" Samuel fixed his gaze on her as he noticed her lips quivering.
"She's Fiona, not Jane," he corrected smiling.
"No, she's Jane," Samson said as he leveled his gun at them.