Chris paced his apartment, kicking away the lacy underwear left by the woman he recently slept with. He growled in frustration, kicking a chair in the process. How dare Sam leave him! She was his a no one else's. He quickly grabbed his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Delta Airlines, how may I help you?" a female voice said through the speaker.

"Yes, I want a ticket to Alaska as soon as possible," Chris spoke trying to maintain a calm demeanor as he heard the receptionist type away.

"Sir, we have one that leaves seven hours from now. Will that be fine?"

"Yes," Chris said with determination. Sam will belong to him once again, no matter what happens.

***
"Vulbogiô! Stop!" Sam said through her giggles as she watched him imitate the dances and songs from Pitch Perfect.

Vulbogiô chuckled, "Indeed, the dances and music of this realm are different from mine."

It was the first time Vulbogiô had mentioned his world in a long time. Not since he showed her the cold book that has yet to melt.  But just in case, she kept it in her freezer, just to keep it in good condition.

"What is your world like?" Sam spoke after her brain had been cleared from Vulbogiô's ridiculous imitation of Fat Amy.

  Vulbogiô sprawled onto the sofa, comfortable next to Sam. Both had gotten used to one another's presence that it was rare for them to be seen apart. Even the office and the animals had gotten used to Vulbogiô's presence. 

"My world is cold, compared to this world. Ice covers the entire landscape when the sun does not show it's mercy," he spoke softly with a wistful smile, "But when it does, the plants come from their hiding and decorate the mountains and valleys with beautiful flowers and edible fruit."

Sam closed her eyes, trying to picture his world. All she could think of was Antarctica. However she felt Vulbogiô tuck a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

"Why is it that every time you grace me with your presence I can no longer breathe nor even remember my own name?" she heard him whisper. 

Sam opened her eyes to look at Vulbogiô, "I-I d-don't know," she whispered back, unable to move. His touch sending warm waves down her body.

"My dear Sam," he spoke pulling her to him in an embrace, his chin resting on her head, "Why is it that my own existence now depends on you? Why is it that being away from you makes me afraid? This feeling I have for you is something I have never felt before."

Sam remained speechless. What does he mean? All she could do was remain still in his warm arms that seem to feel like they were made just for her.

"Sam," she heard him say, before Vulbogiô placed a tender kiss on her temple, "My apologies, I didn't mean to burden you. If  you'll excuse me, I must go bathe." Pulling himself away from her he walked away to use the shower. However Sam remained in the sofa her mind spinning as she thought about Vulbogiô's small speech.

Did he just confess his love?

Sam knew not how long she remained there until a knock interrupted her from her reverie. Vulbogiô was still showering so she went herself to open the door.

A bouquet of red roses filled the doorway nearly scaring her wits.

"Delivery for Samantha Riley," a voice said from behind.

"Oh, er come in," she said opening the door wider. Did Vulbogiô order these for her? No, he didn't know how currency worked yet, he still had difficulty telling the difference between nickels and five dollar bills.

"Who do you think it my be from?" the young man said from behind the roses and setting it on the table. His skin was a pale pasty color, his crystal blue eyes hidden behind large black framed glasses, the tag on his shirt reading Charles R. Miles.

"I have no idea," Sam said, signing her name on the clipboard that the young man had given her.

He gave her a mock salute, a grin on his face, "Enjoy!" Charles said before leaving her tiny apartment.

A white card had captured her attention, she reached for the card but not before a set of olive toned fingers took the card.

"Hey!" Sam cried to Vulbogiô who's brows had furrowed in deep concentration as he read the message. She opened her lips to speak again but not before being interrupted by a sound of the card being torn into pieces. Fury filled his dark orbs before being secluded behind a wall of indifference.

"I will go throw the flowers away," he said void of emotion.

"Vulbogiô! What's going on? Why are you angry?" Sam said not caring about the roses.

She saw his muscles stiffen underneath his gray shirt, "I will not let another male woo the woman I love," he said quietly.

She froze, as if her motor skills had wheeled to a sudden stop. Everything around her just stopped moving as she replayed the words in her head.

I will not let another male woo the the woman I love.

"You love me?" Sam said, unable to say more.