Ron felt a twinge of guilt as hung up the phone, but what Kim didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right? He shook the thought out of his head, cracked his knuckles, and ran back to the restaurant to meet her at their usual booth. No need to say anything, she'd never know.

Kim couldn't help but giggle as she saw him walk in, vaguely remembering why he came over to her house in the first place. Food was the last thing on her mind but she rose out of her seat so she could order at the counter. She glanced at Ron as she walked past him, thinking that there was nothing that could possibly ruin this evening. He leaned back with his hands behind his head. Ah, life was good.

She came back with their order and sat across from him. They ate in silence, unable to take their eyes off one other. She held on to him just as tightly on the way back home as she had on the way there, not wanting it to end. She pressed herself against him and wondered what more the evening might bring. Before she knew it, they were back at her house.

Somehow her room felt different to both of them. They sat next to each other on the bed as they had so many times before but it certainly didn't feel the same. Kim noticed that Ron seemed more than a little distracted when she leaned forward to kiss him. Was he nervous about it again? When he turned his head away she pulled it back to her attention. Feeling bold, she playfully pushed him down on the bed and got on top of him.

Ron was not expecting that. As inviting as that was he felt extremely vulnerable. "Uh, KP? Maybe we shouldn't do this again so soon." He tried to inch away from her but she wasn't about to let him go so easily. She lifted her shirt up over her head and leaned forward, almost is if she dared him to leave right then and there. He tried not to look up at her as she reached back to unhook her bra.

"What, don't you want me?" She offered him her signature puppy-dog pout

"Kim!" He seemed to be looking at everything but her. "Put your shirt back on," he cried as covered his face with his arms.

"I knew it," complained Kim. "I knew you weren't ready for this. Oh, I feel so stupid!" Concious of her body once again, she rolled off him and sat up, covering the front with herself with her shirt and lowering her eyes.

"Well, it's nothing personal, it's just that it's-- something special, right? Shouldn't we savor the moment?" He rose from the bed and casually walked over to her bookshelf.

"You know Ron, for once you're right. No big." Her frown began to fade. "Maybe we should just-- cuddle or something for now."

Ron continued to eye the shelf, as if he needed the distraction. He began to sort through the books and figurines on it.

"Uh, Ron?"

He grabbed a handful of books and set them on the floor. Another handful followed.

"Ron?"

Soon he was knocking things off the shelves out of desperation.

"Ron, what the hell are you doing!"

Once he had the shelves completely empty, he looked all about the room before his eyes settled on the desk. He ran over to it and proceeded to dump everything on the floor. He knew it; his guilt had gotten the better of him. He had to figure out where that camera was.

"Ron, what is your damage!"

Oh great. How was he going to explain this one? "Don't worry, I'm on it! Somebody might be-- spying! Yeah, spying on us! You can't be too careful." Once the desk was cleared off he looked for anything else that might hide a camera.

In the chaos she had gotten her shirt back on. "Knock it off, you're worse than the tweebs!" She got inbetween him and the dresser to prevent any further of a mess. She looked him directly in the eye and asked, "Ok, so what's really going on here?"

Ron held his breath for a moment. So much for keeping it a secret. "Well, you know how Wade can tap into your email and even your diary?"

Kim eyed him suspiciously. "Yeah."

"And remember that time he had video of how you caught that cold in the kitchen? You know, you were right when you said he's got the world wired."

She got the hint. "Wade has a camera in my bedroom!" Enraged, she momentarily forgot about Ron and proceeded to knock things off the dresser herself.