Adam grabbed a towel out of his bag and wiped the sweat from his face. Ryanna sat on the bench beside him looking to the clock. "I hate those boots," her told her. "Didn't you kick me in the stomach with those?" "Once," she told him touching the think black soles. Adam laughed and looked to down his towel. "I hate this new rule. 'No changing of clothing until the broadcast is over'. Does Eric realize how nasty it is to stay in your own funk?" "Obviously not," she sighed looking to the dirty, damp towel. "Yeah well," he said tossing it back. "I guess we all have to live with something we don't like." "Guess so," Ryanna sighed. "Oh, I didn't mean to sound-" Adam apologized. "it's okay," she told him looking away. Adam looked down to his hands and closed his eyes. The fantasies were coming back to him. He tried to push them away, but the warmth of her body next to him made them more of a reality, more obtainable. He shivered think of what could happen and this time, he didn't think off his wife. "Adam, are you okay?" Ryanna asked touching his back. She could feel him shaking under her palm. Adam didn't realize how long he'd tuned out. He opened his eyes to see that he had begun to sweat again. He turned quickly to Ryanna and stared. "I'm fine," he told her with a smile. "Are you sure?" she asked concerned. Adam looked away. "Ryanna I'm going to be honest okay?" he said gazing to the floor. "I hate the fact that your with him. I really do. He doesn't deserve you the way someone else would. Someone like me." Ryanna removed her hand and gasped. "But Alannah-" "I know, I know, and I love her but," he turned and put his hand into hers. "ever since I met you, something.something changed in me and I don't know what it is. I can't focus, I can't be honest to her and .I have these, these dreams and I-I just can't hold it in anymore." "Adam, it's nice to release your feelings but-" "Ryanna," he hushed her. Adam touched her lips and leaned in tilting his head. She backed away, but he leaned in more until his lips touched hers. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, trying to see what she was thinking. All he could tell was that she was trembling. "I love you, Ryanna," he whispered still close enough to feel her breathing. He herd her gasp and he kissed her again. Adam felt the pressure as she kissed back, but as soon as it came it went away. Adam put his hand on her thigh and she jerked away. "Stop it," she pushed. Adam took his seat back on the bench and shook his head. "Tell me." "Tell you what?" "All I want is for you to tell me what you really feel." "About what?" "About me, about him, about anything! Just tell me! Do you love me" She shook her head gingerly. "I love Jason." "Do you?" he asked in more of a demand, than a question "Why else would I still be with him?" Adam's jaw dropped and understanding feel upon him. He touched her cheek and stroked it with his fingers. "I understand," he told her with a lifeless smile. "Okay," she nodded. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to touch her, and pet her, and love her like Jason never could.but he didn't. He stood suddenly and went to the door. He left without saying a word and Ryanna waited for Jason.