You had always looked attractive when you were in the midst of action.

Sam never noticed it until now, how the sweat covering your skin gave you a glow he had never seen on anyone else — how the utter concentration on not dying contorted your face in such a ethereal manner. It was almost distracting him too much from running for his life.

He was on your left, sprinting through the falling ruins of your most recent excursion — an ancient temple seemingly holding an extremely valuable amulet. The tall, intimidating building only held booby traps, however, and Sam stepped onto the wrong one at the wrong time.

One pressure plate triggered around a hundred old explosives, making the storage room the two of you were initially in crumble into itself — and also bringing down the whole building with it.

Maybe he should’ve been more attentive, but shit, how could he? The way the setting sun made your skin glisten was irresistible; no sane person would ignore the sight.

That’s probably why Nathan started dating you a few months ago. He saw that irresistible beauty too, but he actually acted on it. Sam…he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he felt butterflies when you smiled at him. Like a damn kid. It infuriated him, but he still found himself doing whatever to get you to smile at him one more time.

He even wanted to do it now, but by the angry glare you sent him once he caught up with you, the smartass joke died in his throat.