Date: 2015-03-01 11:12 pm (UTC)
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Samantha turned her smile back to Lincoln after ordering herself a glass of the house red wine. Her eyes darted every now and then to the hand he held, watching the way his thumb moved over her wrist, his fingertips over her arm. The small motions were doing things to her pulse rate and her breathing, but they felt so nice, she wasn't about to ask him to stop.

"It's good you have a friend like that; important, too. They might be insufferable, but when bad things happen, you know they'll be there right by your side no matter what. Nothing can replace that, I don't think."

She accepted the wineglass from the waiter, and took a quiet sip.

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