Now she's seeing it, too. Before, all of her cosmetics and nurture utensils were standing disarranged on the shelving, some even on the side of the sink; but now everything is nearly awfully sorted – after colours!
"Ryan, you wretch! You destroyed my neatly arranged chaos!", she yells at him feigned aghast, and he first looks at her as if he has a bad conscience. But after all he realizes her grin.
„I'm sorry, but there was this hairbrush lying and…well, she didn't belong there and so I stowed her away. But once I started, somehow I can't stop it!" He has to laugh as well – at himself.
Perplexed she shakes her head. "Get out of here. I have to bring back order into this „chaos". Oh, by the way: how is your nose doing?"
Painfully Ryan screws his eyes: "She aches hellishly, but not as much as a while ago." Then he gets ready to leave the room. Calleigh presses herself at the doorframe to allow him to pass. He tries to squashes himself by her, he is very close. So close that their both bodies nearly touched all over. She feels his warmth, his heartbeat. He smells good, so good! She doesn't know this smell, it's somehow flowery.
Her head begins to swim. Well, not exactly, but it feels like that. Butterflies are fluttering in her body – they seem to spread out from the points where Ryan touched her and now it prickles in her whole body, even in the toes and the finger tips. Her knees become shaky and if she doesn't pegs to the doorframe she might just topples down.
Wow she thinks, unable to articulate it. Ryans face is directly in front of hers. His eyes studying her intently, expectant, confused, a bit fearful…
Closer and closer – she barely realizes how his handsome face approaches hers steadily, until his two brown sparkling eyes seem to become blurred to one. She can feel his fresh breath on her lips, their both points of the nose shaves each other…
„Ouuuuchh!"

Ryan flinches back, his face contorted with pain, stumbles his back of the head against the doorframe and groans again immediately.
„Gosh darn it!" He squeezes past her totally, holding his aching nose.
Calleigh ignores her beating heart, her shaky knees and that what just nearly happened. Anyhow: she tries it. She follows Ryan out and strokes his arm carefully.
„Are you alright? " She recognizes some tears of pain in his corner of the eyes, but he nods: „Tomorrow I'll see a doctor, I swear! "

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Afterwards he had left she lies in her bed and couldn't find any sleep. She thinks about the day, about everything that happened today - and what almost has happened.
Perhaps it has already happened during their walk when their hands touched for a short time. Or perhaps it was his glance after it. How he eyed her up and looked at her. Well, it doesn't matter, when it had happened, it just happened. She never had thought it could get this far. Never…or?
Well, perhaps she felt it and just didn't acknowledge it to herself, even when she figured it out she denied her feelings.
Nearly they had…but only nearly! And only because of the nose. Stupid nose! No, stupid Marc who broke Ryans cute lug – or at least slightly broken her…
Stupid Calleigh, who went this far with Marc.
So everything is her own fault, her fault that it didn't happen! Anger rises in her, like hot boiling water – she had been so damn stupid! Why did she have to run after this nuff and freaky Marc, while the answer was lying directly in front of her!
About two hours before she finally drove Ryan to his car. Again they both didn't say a word during the whole ride. Nobody had the courage to touch upon that nearly happened affair. What doesn't mean that they feel nasty because of it – well, anyhow from Calleigh's side; but she just couldn't take courage – perhaps she feared Ryan's reaction, though she now asks herself: why? With hindsight she can't tell which reaction she might have feared. Perhaps she only waited for him to say something, and probably he waited for the same inversely. But on the other hand: what could you say about that subject? "Sorry, but tomorrow we'll get it!" ? Scarcely. Actually you can't say anything about it.
„See you tomorrow.", he had whispered to her before he closed the door of her car and his shadow was swallowed up by the darkness.
Tomorrow - it's time to dare a step forward. Now that she finally knows about her feelings and also knows that she can't avoid them, she just will ask him…