| "What?" April spun around to face him. "Don't wait up. Brett will give me a lift home." With that she turned and walked away. "We got a number 41? Large pepperoni feast?" Tina tugged Sam's jacket, "That's us." Sam paid for the pizza and followed Tina to the car, getting one last look at April as she laughed and messed around with the gang inside. Sam still had his mind on April as he and Tina sat in front of the television. Sam had grabbed a bottle of red wine from the cabinet and Tina was struggling to open it; Sam grabbed it off her, "You are such a weakling." He pulled the cork out before the bottle tipped and red wine flowed down his white T-shirt. Tina stifled her giggle as Sam stood up, "Are you okay?" Sam nodded, "Yeah, I think I've got another shirt upstairs. It's this shirt ruined though." Tina scrambled to her feet, "It may not be. Give me your T-shirt." Sam raised an eyebrow. Tina stood with her arms folded across her chest. "Hey do want your shirt fixed or not." Sam peeled the now pink top off his chest and followed Tina into the kitchen. Tina began to run the tap, filling the sink with water. She tipped in a bit of washing powder and dipped the T-shirt in before scrubbing it. Sam stood next to her and watched his T-shirt become white again. Tina threw it in the washing machine and started it spinning. She dipped her hands in the water. Sam thought she glanced at him. She spun and flicked water on him. Freezing cold water cascaded down his chest making him take short sharp intakes of breath. He got over the shock to find Tina doubled over in hysterics. He smiled, "You are so going to get it now." He raced at her. She yelped as he rugby tackled her up against the sink. He held her down with one arm and flicked water on her with his free hand. She slapped his chest and pushed him back so she could slide out and make a run for the front room. Sam grabbed a glass and filled it with the cold water and pursued her. She tried to sprint to the other side of the couch but her foot caught in the rug and she went sprawling across the carpet. Sam knelt over her and turned her to face him. She wrestled him but he was too strong and soon she was helpless. He dripped the water over her face and watched as it trickled down the contours of her neck. She wriggled, "Sam, Sam that's cold." She smacked him in the eye. He reeled back, "That hurt!" Tina sat up. "Oh I'm so sorry." He wiped the water mark up her neck and across her cheek. "I'm sorry too…" He gazed into her eyes and leant down. His lips met hers and he felt her hand slide up his back into his hair. He pulled at her T-shirt and slid his hands on her waist. Suddenly his cell phone rang and Sam left her lying on the floor and picked up, "Hello?" There was a slight pause, "Sam?" The voice was quiet and shaking, he frowned, "April? Is that you?" The breathing down the phone quickened, |