"What are you doing?" She said, her voice coming out in a whisper and making Desmond stand up straight with the speed of light.
"Nothing," Desmond said aloofly like he hadn't almost been caught doing something fishy. He always had the upper hand because he always put his cold exterior to play and it worked every time but this time, Sam didn't believe him.
She eyed him curiously as she still lay on the bed without moving. "But your face was..." She tried to recall everything. "Your face and mine were almost touching."
Desmond cocked his eyebrow at her as though questioning her and making her doubt her sanity. "Really? Did you want me so bad that you had to fabricate that story?"
Sam shrieked but it didn't come out the way she had intended. "No!" How was she now being the accused? She didn't do anything. She coughed a bit as the shriek she let out tugged her chest, causing a light ache.
