As Lindsay climbed slowly up the stairs, she waited to hear the bathroom door open and close. Once she did she went quickly into the bathroom. She undressed with a towel wrapped securely around her, and began taking her stuff out of the bag she had brought over. She unpacked her shampoo and conditioner, and her body wash, and went to grab her razer. Which wasn't there. Shit. Must have dropped it.

She went to the door, thinking she dropped it outside in the hall. As she opened the door, she froze. There in front of her stood a still-wet Danny, in a towel, which hung low on his waist. She could see him swallow hard as he saw her in just a towel. She could feel practically every part of her body redden as his eyes traveled down her. She wanted to say something. She really did. But when she went to speak, nothing came out. In fact, her mouth didn't even open.

Thankfully, Danny did say something, in attempt to diffuse the situation they were currently in.

"I..Uh.. Forgot...Yeah.." He studdered out, scratching his head.

"Uh yeah.. me too.." She said, looking him in the eye. She feared looking down at his chisled chest, for the fact that she might lose it.

"Yeah, uh, what are you doing here..?" He asked, genuinely curious, but kind of distracted.

"Um, Peyton and Stella were taking to long in the shower so I came over to borrow yours..." She said, quickly.

"Oh..Yeah.. Make sense...You know... The towel...The shampoo...Yeah..." He said a little awkward, glancing at each item he named.

"Umm, I'll be right back," she said. She pushed past him standing in the doorway, her bare shoulder brushing his damp, bare chest.

At that touch she froze. Something pulsed through her she had never felt before, something raw, full of emotion. She stared at the ground, surprised by what a bare touch could do to her, but also in realization, that Danny was perfect. Perfect for her.

She glanced over at Danny, who was staring blankly at his chest, wear her arm had brushed. Sensing eyes on him, he glanced over at her. When there eyes' locked, time froze. The world froze. Everything froze. Except all the emotion and heat between the two of them. Danny knew this was more then just a silly game between the two of them. And the looks she exchanged with him at that very moment told him she knew it too. Come on, Danny. I need you to help me out here. Tell me how you feel, what you're thinking. I need to here it. From you. She knew he could read her well. Her eyes said it all. And Danny knew what they were saying.

He suddenly looked down quickly, then walk quickly past her. He answered her silent question, "I can't...I... have to go..."

She watched him walk away, then watched him close the door. She looked down quickly in hurt, confusion and frustration. She saw her razer just below her, and reached down and grabbed it, before walking into the bathroom again, closing the door, and sliding down the back of it, quiet tears beginning to build up in her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying. It's not like she and Danny were together. But the fact that he brushed her off, and her knowing how much he felt for her, hurt her. Maybe I've read him all wrong. He doesn't have feelings for me. He probably never did. That's when the tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. He didn't realize he loved me. That wasn't what the look of realization in his eyes was. It was that I'm in love with him and he's not in love with me.

After a few minutes, she got up, still crying, and started the shower, determined to wash away any existence of her feelings for Danny.

In his own room, Danny freaked out. He didn't know what was happening, why he was feeling this was, why he was being this way. He had always thought that maybe he could fall in love with Lindsay, but after that one raw, he realized he was already in love with her. He had always been. From the time he met her until today, he had somehow fallen for Lindsay.

This was scary for Danny. He didn't do love. He was a lov'em and leav'em kind of guy. Never settle down, be with one person for life.

He flopped backwards onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. But thinking of it now, since he'd met Lindsay, how many women had he been with? Just two, and both had physical traits that reminded him of Lindsay, which is probably the only reason why he dated them. He sighed. This was not good. He couldn't love her. She would never love him for one, even though he knew she wanted him to say what was on his mind back there, he couldn't, for fear of being rejected. He had a good thing with her right now. If he told her, and she didn't love him back, all that would go away.

Why does it have to be so hard, he thought.

Why does love always have to be hard, she thought.