Distance

“Woah! What the hell, Janice?!” Sam shouted, backing away from his future sister-in-law, “That’s not cool!”

As bizarre as it seemed, Janice had just come onto him. At first he thought he was imagining it, then he thought she was just teasing him, then she did it. She grabbed his groin through his jeans.

“Sweetie,” Janice cooed, “I just want to thank you properly for being so amazing me.” She was staring at him with lust in her eyes, licking her lips hungrily.

Sam didn’t understand. Janice was the worst! She hated him! Was she having some sort of mental breakdown? Whatever the case, he needed to get out of there.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I’m going to go.”

He moved toward the hallway that led to the exit, but Janice threw herself in the way, her hot body quickly pressed up against his, her arms wrapped around him.

“Baby,” she said, whispering in his ear, “I don’t know what the big deal is. I know you’re Amy’s, but more than one woman can love you at a time. And I think you’ll find that some of us can love you exceptionally well.”

Before Sam could react, her lips pressed up against his. He had to admit it, she was an amazing kisser. Better than her sister, even. But he loved Amy, and as much as his caveman brain wanted to keep going, it had to stop.

He dropped his tools, making a bang loud enough to shock Janice, freeing him from her arms. Quickly, before she could react further, he pushed past her and out the door. He could get the tools later, or better yet, Amy could get them for him. Right then, though, the only thing Sam needed to get was distance between him and Janice.

Because he was afraid of what he would do if he didn’t.