Lunch, of course!

"Man, I am starving!" Sam complained as they entered the kitchen. "I guess I should say, you're starving. Hey, let's try something."

Jake thought he knew where this was headed. "Wanna feel me eat?"

"You know it!"

He had to admit, it was kinda turning him on. He'd always been into her but had gotten really good at suppressing those urges. Now that his whole psyche was laid bare, they were threatening to emerge again.

Jake noticed her looking at him with an uncharacteristic desire and quickly turned back to the fridge. As he pulled out a bagged salad, Sam spoke.

"You don't have to be ashamed, you know."

He didn't respond, avoiding eye contact and focusing on making the salad. She came around the counter and put her hand on his shoulder. "Whatever you feel, I feel. I know what you want, Jake, because I want it too."

He pulled away angrily. "No you don't! You only feel like you do because of this- this curse! It's a curse, Sam, and you can't pretend that it's-" he was cut short when Sam grabbed the salad bowl and smashed it on the ground.

"FUCK!" she screamed, balling her fists and punching her legs. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Jake ran to her side, lettuce and broken bits of bowl crunching under his shoes. "Whoa, Sam, take it easy!"

She was calmer now, but still red in the face and winded from her outburst. "Oh Jake, I was so angry! I've never been that angry before, it was like I wanted to... I don't know, I wanted to do something bad!"

He held her and stroked her hair soothingly. "Shh, shh, it's ok. It's ok." As he did, he felt her press her body against him a little harder. Jake was suddenly aware of her small breasts pressed up against his chest. Sam sniffled, and her breathing became heavier.