His eyes grazed over your body. It was like you didn’t age. You haven’t changed one bit.

Your dress was shriveled as you had just returned from the Rossi Estate, stealing the Saint Dismas Cross. Nathan was explain their next course of action while Sam’s attention was focused on you.

15 years ago, you were his. Now, he was afraid to even speak to you—afraid that you’ve moved on with your life. You could’ve found someone better than him, making you forget about what you two had.

The thought of you moving on with your life without him hurt Sam. He knew it was selfish for him to wish that you would wait for him for 15 years. But there was a chance you did.

He didn’t want to let you go. It was impossible for him to. You were in his life for so long, it would feel weird for him to give up on you so quickly.

As you sat in a hotel room with him, Sully, and Nate, he remembered all the times the two of you shared before the events in Panama. He thought about the time he lost.

“I-I need a smoke break.” Sam excuses himself from the table, stepping outside to the balcony.