“Jayden.  But then, even when things were at their roughest, he’d look at me, with those damn CJ eyes and I knew I’d never let him go,” grinned Sam it didn’t hurt as much to talk about Jesse or CJ any more, and she knew it was because she was moving on. 

            “So, family is important to you,” said Shane sitting down at the huge island that graced Sam’s kitchen.  Sam slid her the plate, a piece of pie on it, with a scoop of ice cream to the side.

            “Yeah, well, being adopted, you learn that blood and love aren’t that different.  Garner doesn’t love me because I’m his blood, he loves me because I’m his daughter, born of love not of blood, is what he used to say.  Then, when I met Brian, it was different there was this familial connection.  We thought alike, we are both gay…”

            Shane laughed, “Yeah, I noticed that.”

            “Yeah, thought you might have,” chuckled Sam sitting down across from Shane, their eyes meeting, smiling at each other.  Forks hovering over their pieces of pie, Sam dipped hers into the ice cream and licked it off rather seductively. 

            “We could… um… skip the food dessert, and proceed to the carnal desserts?” offered Shane, touching her fork to Sam’s.

            “I don’t fuck on the first date,” said Sam seriously, digging into her pie with gusto, thinking that she too wanted to toss the food aside and ravish Shane, but held back, grey eyes batting innocently.

            “Y-You…  Oh that’s funny,” chuckled Shane rocking back on the chair.  Sam was unmoving, not even chewing the piece of pie she had in her mouth.  “Are you serious?  Seriously?”

            Sam grinned brightly, “You sounded exactly like Izzy!”

            “I’ll take that as a compliment, but, seriously?”

            “Yeah, I mean, if you want to be serious, I think we need to at least have a few dates, then sex, and the whole moving in thing?” said Sam with a cocked eyebrow.

            “M-m-m-oving?  In?”

            “Yeah, the whole moving in on the second date thing?  No way, not gonna happen, I like my space, not the msn my space thing, I like MY own space, my house, my dressers, my closets…”