Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

I backed away from the condo just enough to see if the window was opened or closed. And lucky for me it was open but the curtains were in the way. I backed up ten more paces then made a running start towards the U.S.A flag pole which was really high. I ran towards it, grabbed onto it and started spinning faster and faster. When I knew I had enough momentum I threw myself at the window and rolled inside ending up in the middle of darkened bed room crouched down in a fighting position.

My spy senses were on full alert. I was instantly aware of someone taking a shower in the bathroom connected to the bedroom. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the room I could see a bed in the center and a moon chair next to it on one side and on the other a dresser. In front of the bed on the other wall stood a mirror with drawers underneath. There was a desk near the window that had all sorts of papers on it. But it also had a lamp on it. It was the only light in the room and it gave off a dark blue color to the room so I couldn't exactly see the colors of everything. But I could tell you that everything looked really expensive. The beds headboard was made out of leather and so was the moon chair. How weird. The desk near the window was made out of a dark cherry colored wood with a matching leather rolling chair. His room was really big too. I went to the corner where his moon chair was and sat down gently making sure it didn't make a noise underneath my jean pants. I sat and looked around more. I spotted a radio on a little table near the desk and saw a red light on it indicating that it was on. I could hear music coming out of it.

First song was Moves like Jagger then Marry the Night then Fireworks then Poker face and all these other songs. When the shower was finally turned off, the song Hot by Avril Lavigne was beginning. I heard someone unlock the bathroom door so I backed up more into the moon chair, into the shadows.

He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His whole chest was showing. He had a stupid eight pack. I felt my eyes bulge out a little but then I quickly composed myself even though he didn't know I was there. He took the towel from around his neck and started drying his hair in front if the mirror. Again I felt myself in the dreamy state, staring at his wet hair. Snap out of it! You're on a mission to surprise him. I think. I really didn't know what I was going to do. I guess it would all play along. He started singing with the song and I freaked out. Then the chorus came.

"You're so good to meee, Cammie, Cammie."

I gasped, and my heart began to pound harder. Instead of saying baby he said Cammie. What the hell? Then he started brushing his hair and said out loud, "You know, it's funny how you're name rhymes with baby." That made me freeze and my heart stopped.

While I was trying to recover, the song switched to Baby by Justin Bieber. He started singing along with it and instead if saying baby a billion times he said my name a billion times. I felt my insides turn. I was so freaked out I didn't even notice my mouth gape wide open.

I couldn't even say, "What the hell?" to him. I saw him smirking while he was singing. So I composed myself and then the rapping part came on and he actually rapped it. I couldn't stop myself from laughing a little. He was really funny in a towel that only covered his lower body and a hairbrush in his other hand using it as a microphone. It reminded me of a scene that you would see in a movie or a TV show.

"Nice imitation of Justin Bieber, Zach," I teased. "I never knew you had it in you." My laughter became too much for me to hold in so the giggles that had bubbled up my throat escaped. I sprawled over the moon chair clutching at my stomach. I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, you think it's funny, huh?" Zach said, stalking towards me.

I want to stop and say no because I knew nothing good would come out. I kept giggling, clutching at my stomach bi have the habit to close my eyes when I laugh so hard so when I opened them Zach was right in front of me. His face was literally three inches away from my face. I choked on my laughter and lurched up to stop hooking but ended up bumping my forehead with his. I dropped back into the moon chair with my hand on my head trying to stop the painful banging.

"Dammit, Zach, I can't see," I complained, groaning. I tried to get up but immediately felt too dizzy to stand. I plopped back down on the moon chair. I tried opening my eyes and saw Zach sitting on his bed, rubbing his head.

I sat up in the chair and took deep breaths, and then I slowly got up and stumbled over to the window. I breathed in the fresh air. I suddenly felt a body stand behind me and I knew it was Zach. He didn't touch me, though, like I expected him.

"You okay?" he asked, his breath tickling my neck. I nodded. My eyes slipped closed and – breathing deeply – I quickly whirled around to ask him the question that had brought me here. I opened my eyes when I was sure I was facing him and saw his face centimeters away from mine.

I backed up a little, panic rising, but the wall was right behind me... AGAIN! What is with these close encounters with Zach and the wall? Like seriously. I gathered up my expression and made it neutral so he wouldn't know what I was thinking, which was currently, again, "WHAT THE HELL?"

"You... didn't come into my house," I said blankly. Wow. That was stupid. He smirked and looked at me like he was amused.

"That's why you came?" he asked, looking like he was on the verge of laughter. "To tell me that I didn't go into your house?"

I sighed and thought, Great. He probably thinks I'm a desperate bat but I don't care. I was talking to myself while in the middle of a semi-awkward situation. That has to be a new rare disease. I put my head against the wall behind me and closed my eyes. My face was positioned so that it was looking up but all. Could see was his face. He was so tall and all in my face. And for some reason that just made me crack.

"Can't you get a bit shorter so you won't be all up in my face and back up a little? I need my personal space. You know, like, my personal bubble." I stated, making circular motions and hitting his chest again and again because he was in the way. But his chest was bare and I couldn't stop myself from looking. I mean I was hitting his warm muscular chest and you expect me not to look? Well you're crazy. But I just sneaked a peak and I bet he didn't notice. But all hope of that was gone when I looked up into his eyes and saw him smirking smugly.

"Like what you see?" he asked, winking at me slyly.

"Oh my god. Move." I demanded pushing his chest away but he grabbed my hands and kept them on his abs.

"What are you-" I started but was cut off by his lips on mine... AGAIN! I felt myself melt into him but I stopped myself half way and started pushing him towards his bed so he could let go. He thought I was leading him to his bed so I could kiss him some more and possibly do other things but he was wrong. We made it over to his bed and I pushed him down onto it before swiftly walking away in the opposite direction.

I sat down on his leather swivel chair and started spinning around. I was suddenly stopped by none other than Zach. I sighed and dragged my eyes up to meet his gaze.

"What do you want?" I asked, sighing again.

"Why do you keep sighing?" he asked. He surprised me by looking serious for once.

"Why do you keep getting all up in my face?" I rounded back at him.

"I asked first," Zach teased incredulously, reminding me of a little kid.

I just gave him the look that said, "Seriously?" and smirked his famous smirk.

He gave in and said, "I don't know. Now answer my question. Why do you keep sighing?"

"Why do you keep kissing me?" I rounded back accusingly without thinking. I immediately regretted it but it seemed that he wasn't thinking either because his response was a bit odd as well.

"Well, I'm sorry I seem to find your lips so very irresistible." A blush began to creep up his neck and he looked away from me. Zach Goode was blushing. Now that was funny. But the reason why he was blushing was so not funny.

"That's... interesting," I mumbled, trying to help the awkward silence. Did I mention that he was still hovering over me? I shrunk back into the leather chair and stared up into his eyes. We both seemed to swallow at the same time.

Even though I couldn't see myself, I was almost sure that I was blushing unstoppably.

"Why did you come?" he finally muttered after a few minutes of deafening silence.

"I don't know. Now can you back up before you're humongous forehead hits mine again?" I said, pushing his chest away again. When he was far enough I stood up, but I guess my estimation of him being far enough was wrong. When I got up, my head was literally resting on his chest without me trying.

And you know what? He didn't even back off by himself and I was too tired to repeat it again. So I just pushed his chest lightly and squeezed past him towards the moon chair where my purse was. I snatched it up then, and remembered that I didn't take my jacket off so it should still be on me. I looked down just to see my shirt and jeans but no jacket.

"Hey, Za – ... Give it!" I yelled at him when I saw that he had somehow taken my jacket without me noticing. I saw him swinging my jacket on the tips of his fingers like the cocky jerk that he was. I stalked towards him holding my hands out for the jacket but he just threw it back into his closer and it LANDED ON THE HANGAR!

"Zach!" I yelled, running to his closet. I got my jacket off the hanger and quickly turned around to yell at him some more when I saw him taking his towel off.

"WHAT THE FUCK, ZACH!" I screamed, feeling my cheeks start to blush again.

"Relax, Gallagher girl," he laughed. "I'm wearing sweat pants underneath." I simply turned around anyways. I didn't want to check if he was lying or not when I something that he said caught my attention. I turned back around towards him.

"How did you know that?" I hissed at him. I ran towards the window to close it and lock it, then sprinted to the door and locked it. Then I swept the room for bugs or cameras or anything. When I was sure no one could hear us I whirled around towards him and lunged at him. I knocked him down with me on top of him pinning him down. Surprisingly, he just stood there and watched.

"What do you mean?" he asked smugly.

"How did you know...?" I stopped and looked around to make sure no one was there then continued in a lower voice, "How did you know I went to Gallagher?"

He just pointed at himself and said, "Spy," with a cocky smirk.

I slapped him across the face and hissed again, but this time even more dangerously, " I'm gonna ask you this one more time. How. Did. You. Know?"

He seemed, of course, unfazed by my slap and in just one second he had u switch positions. So now I was the one pinned to the hardwood floor.

"Look, Cammie," he whispered softly. "I'm you're fiancée and a spy. Do you really expect me not to do a little research?"

"You researched me?" I hissed, shocked.

"I'm a spy!" he whisper- yelled back throwing his hands up into the air.

"I'm a spy and you're fiancée but you don't see me researching you." I hissed back. "What about privacy?"

He shrugged. There was a moment of silence and then he asked quietly, "Why are we whispering?" He glanced around, confused and amused. Only he can pull off that face. It made me mad.

"I don't know-" I started hissing at him, but then I heard a door open and close downstairs. I turned my head towards my left so that my ear was against the floor and I heard high-heeled footsteps. I raised an eyebrow and I guess he heard high-heels too, because he wouldn't look in my eyes. His face said it all. I raised an eyebrow and demanded again, "Who is she?"

He looked up at my eyes but didn't say anything. I tried getting up but he still had me pinned down to the ground. "Get off of me," I ordered. "Come on Zach, before your girlfriend comes in." My voice was full of venom. I tried everything I knew to get him off of me but he wouldn't budge. The closer she got the more frantic I got.

"She can't see us like this. She'll think something's going on," I tried to reason with him. "Get off, Zach." The doorknob twisted and I took a deep breath.

I thought I heard Zach mutter, "I could care less," but wasn't completely sure.

The nameless girl opened the door and walked in. At first she didn't see us on the floor, because she looked all around the room. Then she spotted us.

At first she smiled, then her eyes set on me and her look turned into a look of disgust. I gave up and dropped my head back to the ground. I lifted my hand in a hello gesture and said, "It's not what it looks like. Look I'm his sist-" I started with the excuses but she just cut me off in a high pitched voice.

"Like, who is she, Michael?" she asked in a girly girl manner. I just covered my face with my hands and prayed this would end quickly.

"Wait, Michael?" I whispered at him, slightly confused. He just looked into my eyes, silently begging me to understand.

"It was a cover," he whispered without moving his lips. His voice was pleading with me, just like his eyes.

"Get off, Michael," I said, pushing at him again. He got off and tried helping me off but I just brushed him off.

"Michael, who is this slut?" Zach's girlfriend asked again before I could start with my excuses. But that last word just ticked me off.

"Cam," Zach said wearily, a warning. I took a deep, calming breath then started rubbing my forehead with one hand but the free hand was lethal.

"Did you just call me a slut?" I asked, giving him a chance and I was trying to calm myself down.

"I'm sorry," she said it almost sincerely, and I knew that the next words to come out of her mouth would make me want to punch her in the face even more. "I don't talk to slutty bitches like you."

My calm facade slipped off and I punched her in the nose. Hmmm . . . I guess my control wasn't very good after all, huh?

She grabbed her nose and I felt oh-so-satisfied. I heard Zach yell my name somewhere in the background but at the moment I was only focused on the bitch in front of me. She looked at me like I was an alien with two heads and her mouth was wide opened. She tried to punch me back but her hand was flimsy and she just didn't know how to punch. I grabbed her hand halfway before it made contact with any of me and started squishing it, squeezing my fist tighter around her limp, fragile hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned dangerously and let go of her hand. She didn't waste one second running out of the room, down the stairs and out the door. I smiled.

She might have tripped three times on the stairs and twice running in the hallway because of her stupid heals. But she deserved it. I then heard Zach call my name worriedly and had all thoughts of victory and happiness sucked out of me just to be replaced with anger. I whirled towards him and seeing his stupid face looking worried made me snap for the third time that day.

"What the hell, Zach?" I started.

"Cammie. I was on a missi-" he started but I interrupted him.

"You just made me punch a girl in the nose because you wouldn't get off of me when I told you to," I shrieked. "I probably did look like a slut to her, lying there underneath you while you have nothing but a pair of damned sweat pants!"

He said nothing. He just stared back at me silently.

"You... You..." I yelled, but I couldn't seem to find a word bad enough to describe him. But then it clicked. "You man whore!" I watched his face closely for his reaction. At first it was shock and disbelief then it was anger.

"I am not a man whore," he said. "Take it back." He grabbed my wrists and pinning me to the wall with my wrists on top of my head.

"Make me," I challenged him with my big brown eyes.

"Take it back or you'll regret it forever," he said threateningly, reaching towards his drawers for something but his big head was blocking my view.

"NO. And why? Umm... Let me see... Oh yeah, because you can't make me." I smiled at him, feigning sweetness, then tricking him and turning bitter and mean.

"Fine. You asked for it." he said with a smirk. He got something out from behind his back that was apparently tied to his hands and then clasped it around mine. Handcuffs. Oooooh, that boy was going to get it. He locked it with the key. "Last chance for you to take it back. It's now or never," he said dangling the key on top of my head.

"Never, you man-whore!" I yelled in his face.

"Fine," he said simply, and then turned around and started walking to the window. He pulled me along with him and opened it and through the key out into the front yard.

"YOUSONOFABITCH!" I screeched, jumping at the window to grab the key but it was too late.

Zach, on the other hand, looked pleased and actually smiled. He finally smiles and it's for something bad.

"Ugh. I hate you. How am I going to get home? Its pitch dark outside and we can't find the keys! It's actually one AM right now. What was that bitch doing here at one AM?" I yelled at him, getting angrier and angrier with every realization and he still looked pleased with himself.

Zach started walking towards his bed, dragging me along behind him. Then he literally hopped into bed just to make me jump on top of him on purpose. I landed on him and couldn't roll off because of the weird way we were tangled up.

"I don't know about you but I'm going to sleep," he yawned. I had a hard time getting out of La-La-land but when I was done, I knew arguing would be useless but I kept on going anyways.

"I can't sleep in jeans."

"Then take them off."

"I need to go home."

"No you don't."

"Everyone going to get worried about me and come knock your house down."

"They're not going to get worried."

"They're going to wonder what we're doing." That realization worried me. I didn't want my friends thinking I was doing something with him that I wasn't doing at all.

"We're sleeping."

"I have problems sleeping next to guys," I tried again.

"Then imagine I'm not here."

"That's sort or hard to do when I'm literally on top of you, handcuffed to you, and you're wearing nothing but sweatpants," I snapped.

"Hey, first of all, I'm also wearing underwear," he started, making me role my eyes at him. He continued, "And second of all, this is how I sleep in the winter. In the summer, I don't even have my pants on." he finished sounding giddy. Then he whispered in my ear, "You should probably get used to it, knowing how we'll be sharing a bed pretty soon." His mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth from his mouth ... which made me shiver... And he smirks.

"I can't sleep in jeans!" I squeaked again, trying to change the subject.

"Then, take them off!" he answered in the same tone I'd used.

"I can't because of two reasons," I began, and prepared to start counting them off on my fingers on the hand that was free.

"Oh, this should be good," he chuckled.

I ignored him and continued, "Number one: because I'm stuck to you so I can't take them off. Number two: if I had to take my pants off I'd have to take everything else off. Number three... I WILL NEVER TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF IN FRONT OF YOU!" I shrieked.

He just stayed quiet and I could feel his eyes flutter closed. We were THAT close to each other again. So I stayed quiet trying to think of more excuses when the most disgusting though in the history of disgusting thoughts entered my head.

"OHMYSHIT!" I yelled joint off the bed and making him fall onto the ground half asleep.

He opened his eyes real quickly and said, "What?" looking around like there was a fire. But what I yelled for was much worse.

"I AM NOT SLEEPING ON THAT BED!" I yelled, shivering slightly. He sighed and rubbed his face with his free hand.

"Why not?" he mumbled.

"Because you did things on that bed with that bitch," I whisper-yelled again.

At first he stared at me fruit to process what I just said but when he did he started laughing his head off. He collapsed on his bed laughing his head off and this time he was clutching his stomach. But when he collapsed onto his bed he pulled me down with him but I quickly jumped off and was bent at an uncomfortable angle just so I wouldn't be touching the bed. When he finally stopped laughing which was for ten minutes he started wiping tears away from his eyes.

"Cammie that is the funniest thing you've ever said. It was a cover. I was honey-potting her. But that does not mean I did it with her. Sheesh. I barely kissed her. But that was funny." He started chuckling again. Then he stood up and turned his back towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked incredulously.

"I'm turning around so you can undress." he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Hey, what makes you think I'll actually undress?" I asked already unzipping my pants and unbuttoning my shirt. I put my hands on the back of his shoulders and made him walk to the other side of the bed without looking at me. I got under the covers with him still turned around then he got into bed. I was facing away from him and sleeping on the very edge of the bed while our hands were both in the middle. I tried my hardest not to let my hand touch his but every time I relaxed it would just go back to his hand. I got so frustrated so I just let go and didn't care if I was basically holding hands with him.

I fell asleep rather quickly in the same bed as Zach. I still didn't know why I actually went to bed. I guess I was really tired from the day's activities.

The next day I woke up to a strange feeling if warmth on my bare stomach. It was like an arm. But I was still too deep in my sleep to really care. Bu then I opened my eyes just a crack and saw myself in an unfamiliar room. The window had a dark blue curtain on it that blocked all light, so I could barely see. Then all the memories from last night came to me.

I literally jumped out of my skin when I felt someone move on the other side of the bed. Which was actually pretty close. His bed was a king sized bed but the handcuffs brought us closer together. And that meant if I was at the edge of the bed than he would be in the middle which was right behind me.

I even felt a warm and even breath on the back of my neck. I then felt the warmth on my stomach that I had woken up to move. I jumped up in bed and saw Zach's arm was sprawled across my stomach. His arm was on my bare stomach while I was asleep.

But when I jumped to sit up it was a big mistake because the big white fluffy comforter slipped off of my shoulders and down to my stomach to reveal his arm still on my stomach and . . . my cleavage.

I felt myself blush and saw him smirk even with his eyes closed. I lifted the comforter up to my shoulders and slapped Zach with the handcuffed arm so it would add to the force.

"OWW!" he yelled, grabbing his face with the same arm that was handcuffed to mine so that my hand was accidentally stroking his stupid face.

"ZACH!" I shrieked taking my hand back to my neck which made his hand touch my neck. I slapped his hand away then slapped his arm away from my stomach.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said with a wink.

"Shut up," I mumbled while getting out of bed whole taking the comforter with me. I was not going to let him see me in my underwater ever again. I wrapped the comforter around me and took it all away from him.

He shivered and said, "There's enough to share Gallagher girl." he started pulling at the bottom of the comforter and I kicked his hand. I tried getting up but my handcuffed hand made that impossible and it just got us even more tangled up.

"ZACH!"

"CAMMIE!" In the middle of our unsuccessful struggle we heard the doorbell ring down stairs. We both stopped struggling and stared at each other's eyes.

"Come on." Zach said picking me up bridal style and walking towards his bedroom door.

"How'd you untangle us?" I demanded.

"If I put you down we'll get tangled up again on the floor," he said with a smirk. I just grabbed onto his neck even more. He smirked smugly this time and I just closed my eyes. He opened his bedroom door and I felt a rush of cold wind hit my body. Then I remembered that I was literally naked.

"Zack, put me down." I hissed. By now we were on the stairs.

"You really want to get tangled up on the stairs? On second thought that's a good idea," he mused, starting to think about. I just grabbed onto his neck tighter not caring how my body was touching his because it could be a lot worse. I buried my face into the crook of his neck just so my lips wouldn't have to be 'irresistible' to Zach.

"You know, Gallagher girl, you're not helping my temptation by putting your head there," he said, still walking down the never ending stairs.

"Pshh, please. I'm doing this so you wouldn't find my lips 'so irresistible'", I said, putting air quotes with my fingers. And he kissed me.

"Seriously?" I asked when he pulled away a little.

"Umhm," he mumbled, kissing me again but backing me up to the wall that was next to the front door when I was still in his arms bridal style. He started kissing me and I couldn't help kissing him back. But then I realized what I was doing and pulled away from Zach.

I buried my head into the crook of his neck and said while I was out of breath, "Answer the door." To make things, worse he shivered. I blushed, but thankfully, he couldn't see me because my head was buried in his shoulder. He unlocked the door and opened it and I felt him start chuckling. I looked up from the crook of his shoulder and saw the word thing known to man. My heart stopped beating and I felt myself blush even more.

They all looked at us with raised eyebrows and the boys were wolf whistling. It was THEM.