Sam's Point of View
I watch, unable to believe my eyes.
He's
kissing her. He's kissing Samantha Carter. He's kissing me.
It's weird to
see yourself being kissed. It stirs strong emotions. My
stomach churns, my
fists clench, I feel dizzy. Would I feel like this if it
was me in his arms?
His fingers tangled in my hair, the warmth of his body
against mine. Totally
absorbed in one another, sharing something intimate,
something special. Would
I be oblivious of everything else? Of General
Hammond? Of me?
I can't
look any more. I finally realise the truth.
I want him to kiss
me.