No matter how gingerly she eased herself away from Eric, the bed very inconsiderately persisted in creaking at her every microscopic maneuver. Wincing as a particularly rude bedspring screeched through the silence of the morning, Calleigh lifted herself from the mattress. Rolling her eyes and vowing to save up for a Tempurpedic, she glanced back at the beautiful man snoring softly against her pillow.
She'd never noticed the squeaking bedsprings when Jake spent the night. It'd never really occurred to her until now.
But hey, when you love someone...
"Wow." Calleigh whispered, smiling to herself.
"I'm in love."
Author's Note: So... yeah, I never pegged Calleigh as someone who takes a lot of time to really pick through her feelings with a fine-tooth comb in order to identify and categorize them. That's why I think the fact that she's really and truly in love would dawn on her in this way, though some silly little detail like noticing when the bed squeaks and not wanting the noise to wake up her sexy man. I know, a little silly, but... eh, there it is.