The next morning Marissa opened her eyes and found herself laying on her back with Ryan sprawled out on top of her. The two of them were on top of the comforter, they had fallen asleep in their clothes. Ryan had his head buried in Marissa's neck, which was a familiar sight, and half his body was on top of Marissa pinning her down to the bed. Marissa looked over at Ryan who was still asleep and then stared up at the ceiling. Marissa lay there for sometime thinking about the events of the previous night. She wondered if Ryan was sleeping like he was in an attempt to thwart any of Marissa's midnight escapism. Marissa knew she didn't really want to run away, she just wanted all this to be over. Luke had left, her mom married Caleb, it wasn't the best possible option, but it worked…somehow. Marissa smiled as she thought about Ryan's comments last night. It didn't surprise her that he said he would come after her…he always did.

Marissa had been lying in bed awake for about half an hour. She hadn't tired to get up, she'd barely moved. She just lay there, feeling the pressure of Ryan's weight pressed up against her. Marissa looked down at the ring on her finger and smiled. She never took it off, never even thought about it. She knew she had no reason to run, she was safe…safe with Ryan. The way it's always been. About this time, Ryan stirred slightly in bed and rolled slightly off of Marissa. Marissa shifted in bed, not wanting to get up, and not wanting Ryan to let go of her. Ryan situated himself again and wrapped an arm around Marissa and was soon blissfully sleeping again. Marissa turned onto her side, facing Ryan, their faces just mere inches apart and watched him sleep for a little while. But for as much as she tried, Marissa couldn't help thinking about the situation with her mother.

An hour had gone by now, and Marissa still lay in bed wondering what to do, millions of things were running through her head, and at this point she was having problems distinguishing them. Ryan opened his eyes and saw Marissa staring out the window. Ryan watched her for a few moments, knowing that she was unaware he had woken up. Ryan wished he could help, wished he could do anything to make it better, but he knew his hands were tied.

Ryan: What are you thinking about?

Marissa: (Smiling) You.

Marissa turned her head and looked at Ryan who laughed and moved closer in bed to Marissa.

Ryan: That's very flattering, but somehow I'd think you'd have other things on your mind this morning.

Marissa turned onto her side once again so she was facing Ryan.

Marissa: I'm sorry for snapping at you last night ---

Ryan: (Interrupting) Don't worry about it.

Marissa: No, it wasn't your fault and…

Ryan: Marissa, it's okay…

Marissa opened her mouth to give a response, but Ryan beat her to it.

Ryan: Trust me.

Marissa wanted to say something, but those two little words rang in her head. Marissa's brain started scrambling as thoughts rushed to her head. "I wonder if he trusts me like I trust him. I was stupid to not trust him anyway. Trust was supposed to be the thing our relationship was founded on…it's our rock…" Suddenly Marissa felt those blue eyes seemingly trying to bore a hole in her head and she snapped out of it to find Ryan staring at her.

Ryan: You've got a lot going on in that head of yours.

Marissa: (Smiling) Sorry…it's been a long morning.

Ryan: How long have you been up?

Marissa: Um…about an hour I guess.

Ryan: You should have woken me up.

Marissa: I just needed to think some things through.

Ryan nodded his head.

Marissa: (With a smile on her face) Besides I figured if I got out of bed, you'd wake up because I was gone.

Ryan let a smile creep upon his lips.

Ryan: Probably.

Marissa smiled and moved in bed so she was sitting on top of Ryan as he lay on his back. Ryan put his hands behind his head and stared up at Marissa.

Marissa: (In a sly sarcastic tone) My own personal body guard.

Ryan sat up in bed, Marissa still sitting in his lap, straddling him. The two were smiling at each other.

Marissa: Suddenly not so talkative?

Ryan shook his head and then leaned in and kissed Marissa. Marissa wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck and Ryan placed his hands at Marissa's waist. The two were feverishly kissing and in a matter of moments Ryan had rolled Marissa back onto the bed and was on top of her.

Marissa: (Between kisses) Did I ever tell you that you're very distracting?

Ryan pulled out of a kiss and looked at Marissa and smiled.

Ryan: I think that's in my job description.

While passion was sweeping through the air in the pool house, Summer and Seth were sitting in the living room watching TV and eating breakfast.

Summer: So when do your parents get home?

Seth: Day after tomorrow.

Summer nodded and the two went back to their cereal.

Seth: Summer, are you okay?

Summer: Yeah. I'm just worried about Coop.

Seth: She's going to be okay.

Summer: I hope so. I don't want this summer to be like the last.

Seth: Nobody does…but she's got Ryan, and us. She'll be fine.

Summer: Yeah, you're probably right.

A little while later the two finished their breakfast and Summer got up to bring her dishes to the kitchen. A few seconds later Seth got up and followed her. He placed his dishes in the sink as well and turned to Summer who was pouring a cup of coffee.

Seth: I'm going to go out and see if the love birds are up.

Summer: Okay.

Seth walked out the kitchen doors and headed towards the pool house. Seth peered through the shades and didn't see any movement so he opened the door and stepped inside. Seth took one step in the pool house and stopped as he surveyed the room. Ryan and Marissa were nowhere to be found, but their clothes certainly were. The bed was full of wrinkled sheets, with the comforter in a ball at the foot of the bed, pillows lying on the floor across the room, along with Ryan's pants and Marissa's shirt.

Seth: Oh God.

Seth looked around the room, and then heard something coming from the bathroom. Being the curious guy that Seth is, he took a couple steps toward the bathroom and heard the shower running.

Seth: Oh God.

With that Seth turned and exited the pool house as quickly and as quietly as he could. Seth entered the kitchen and found Summer who was standing there sipping coffee.

Summer: Not up yet?

Seth: Oh, they're up.

Summer: Oh…huh?

Seth: And I really don't think you have to worry about Marissa.

Summer: That's good…wait why?

Seth: Let's just call it a hunch.

Summer: So where's Marissa?

Seth: They're showering.

Summer: Oh.

Summer waited a beat and then it sunk in.

Summer: Wait…they…

Seth laughed as he picked out the Arts & Leisure section out of the L.A. Times.

Seth: They…have had a busy morning.