"I know, and that sucks. Feeling like you have no one to talk to is awful." Samantha wasn't one to share secrets. She kept a lot of things to herself. It isolated her in a lot of ways, but she also did not trust a lot of people to hear her. To listen to her thoughts and feelings and not judge her for them. Maybe it was the type of people she grew up around. Maybe if she had spent more time with Reece growing up she might have turned out different, but she was always more drawn to the bad crowd, the troublemakers - and those kids were often that way because they didn't share their emotions. This was something Sam could completely relate to. "But I'm here for you, you can always talk to me."

The way his fingers traced her skin felt nice. Closing her eyes, she listened as Solomon spoke. She was glad she could be something to him, for him. People didn't rely on Sam for much, didn't think she was... smart enough or capable enough. He did, and that meant more to her than just about anything else. Though she knew a different dialect of Spanish - the type they spoke in Spain - his words weren't lost on her. "Aw, Solo. Esa es la cosa más dulce que alguien me ha dicho."