A Life Debt Repaid

Chapter 1449

“Umph." All Quinn could feel was the softness on her lips as Sam suddenly leaned in to kiss her.

However, he was gentle as if she were a treasure that needed babying, and after pulling away, he stared at her lips and whispered, "So soft." Quinn flushed right then—so he was having a wet dream just then?! She was at once amused and fuming.

A leopard really never changes its spots—so he was thinking about that all the time?! It was a pipe dream wishing he would change that side of him! Quinn sighed, just as Sam leaned in for another kiss.

“wake up, Sam," she huffed as she shoved him, rougher this time in hopes that he would wake up.

She certainly did not want to get humped for no good reason, especially when she was still on her period.

Her persistent shaking also had an effect on Sam, and he frowned at her.

"Why's this dream so vivid?" "It's not a dream," Quinn told him.

Sam promptly leapt off the couch, coming to his senses right then as all drowsiness left him.

"Shit, it's not a dream?!" "So who were you dreaming about?" Quinn asked.

Sam pursed his lips—who else?! To be precise, it was not a dream, but more a fantasy he had in the past, where he was with her.

So that dream had come true?! Still, he decided against saying that, just as he could not say the many things he had in his mind—all because he simply could not.

He obviously was not one to mince words, but it just happened when he was around Quinn.

Instead, he asked, "How did I fall asleep?" "Maybe you're exhausted," Quinn said, refraining from pressing the issue.

There were times when one should just turn a blind eye— ignorance is bliss, after all. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Go take a bath and sleep," she urged.

"You've been working long hours, and it's rare for you to take a break over the weekend.

You still have to wake up early for work tomorrow." “Yeah...

What about you?" Sam asked just as he was returning to his room.

"After this court case." "Will you be sleeping in my room?" Sam asked.

Quinn blushed a little but nodded.

"Yeah." And with that affirmative response, Sam contentedly returned to his room, though he was a little frustrated after he did.

It was the perfect chance to come clean about all the feelings he had for Quinn, especially since they confirmed they wanted to fix their marriage.

He should not have misgivings since Quinn was sure she would not return to Ryan.

After taking a bath, he lay down in bed, suddenly unable to sleep despite being drowsy earlier.

He really wanted to text Cordy and Zoe about what he was thinking —after they set up that group chat, he actually found chatting with them more interesting than chatting with John and the gang.

He certainly did not have to be self-conscious around them, while the boys tended to make fun of him.

In the group, Cordy replied: (It's alright—you'd need time to talk about those feelings you've kept for decades.

Also, you're proposing soon, and saying it at that time would be great.] Sam stared at Cordy's text emotionally.

John must have insane luck to marry a woman as perfect as her.