I finally said, “I guess I should go in,” but I made no move to do so. I just wanted to rewind to last night and live the rest of my life in that state of oblivious-to-the-rest-of-the-world sexual euphoria. Sam’s look finally softened. He reached out to touch my cheek as he said, “It will be okay. We knew this wasn’t going to be easy, right?” I didn’t want to admit that I hadn’t even thought about what it would be like to face his brother. I had assumed that I was another of Sam’s progression of one-night-stands, so the need to tell Seth would never arise. It made me feel fantastic, though, that Sam felt that we meant enough to each other that we would have to address it with Seth. After our tender night of lovemaking and the sweet kisses on the lips we had shared, I dared to hope that I might be more than his typical fling. If we were going to be more, I knew that I would have to face his brother. I blew out a breath before saying, “No time like the present,” and moved to get out of Sam’s Porsche. Sam pulled me back and dotted gentle kisses along my cheek and temple before saying, “Don’t be too hard on him. I’ll give you a call later to see how it went.” I nodded quickly and moved to get out of the vehicle before I lost my resolve. Like a true gentleman, Sam waited until I had the front door open before backing out of our driveway. I gave him a quick wave before taking a deep, calming breath and stepping inside.