Okay guys,I'm a lazy writer, you might have figured that out. But as I read through your reviews I got uplifeted into the typing this up. I have written this a long time ago cause my drafts are usually in a book first. SO here's chapter 6:

"Oh, so that's what happened," Ryan said on the bedside.

They were inside his apartment. Outside was dark and you could hear the breeze blowing shyly in the palm trees. The moonlight shone through the bedroom window, its rays frayed by the curtain. He was lying on his stomach in his bed. Calleigh sat in front of him with one leg crossed and the other stretched out beside him, leaning on three pillows. They were both in pyjamas, both relaxed and ready for bed.

"And then you came."

"That was a hell of blood... is your foot okay?"

"Yeah, it still hurts a little, but I'll be fine." Ryan ran his fingers on her leg, looking at the white bandage on her ankle. Her leg was smooth and he kept going on. She giggled. "Hey, that tickles." He stopped and grinned. "Thanks, for letting me stay the night, but I'd much rather be in my own bed."

"What? After you passed out in the hospital because you lost a lot of blood!"

"Did not!" she looked shocked.

"You almost did."

"Almost, because I was in pain. Stitches hurt you know."

"If you say so," he said sarcastically.

"Ryan, stop it!" She hit him on the hand.

"Ow," he laughed. He crept closer then dragged her from the pillows and down onto the bed with him. Snuggled beside his warm body where they laid there laughing in each other's arms. He could watch her laugh forever, it was as brilliant as the sun and it had always made his day. Soon they calmed and he stroked her silky hair.

"I've never seen you cry before - until today."

"You know I'm usually like that, I just, it hurt," her features seemed troubled again, "and I can't get passed the fact that I may have compromised the evidence."

"Eric said that he would take care of it," he reminded assuringly.

"I feel guilty."

"Don't think about it. You worry too much you know?" Ryan rubbed her palm, "Let's change the subject." She gaze a daring look in his hazel eyes.

"Okay," Calleigh drew him closer. She locked her eyes, kissing him. He was surprized because he hadn't seen it coming but it felt great. She took total control over him. Her upper body was on top of him, her sneeky hands moved upon his shoulders, neck and hair. The pain from her wound didn't matter, her urge did. Ryan, on the other hand couldn't take it and pulled away. He sat on the edge of the bed leaving her breathless.

"I can't do this."

"Why not?" Calleigh slid over to his side.

"Cal. - someone knows." She peered at his upset face. It felt weird to be seeing someone secretly when someone else knows. He just remained there grimacing.

"Does Eric know?"

"Well, I, I don't think so. I almost asked him, but..."

"But?"

"I didn't... trust me, he doesn't know."

"Sure?" She annoyingly stared through the window and sighed.

"This is embarassing," she stood, "I'm going on the couch."

"I'm sorry, no, I'll stop," he rose off the bed apologising.

"Knowing you'll stop just to kiss me isn't romantic," she stated, limping her way close to the door. The last thing he wanted to happen was to make her upset and he stupidly did.

"Please, just don't go," he jumped over the bed and blocked her.

"I'll be on the couch," she reassured. With every two steps she took came a painful wince. Ryan wrapped his arms around her, easing most of the pain.

"C'mon, you're not sleeping on the couch."

"Ryan, I'm not disabled," she argued, "ow, ow." The pain jolted up her leg like lightning. She leaned upon him moaning.

"You see? Look what happened." He carried her over to the bedside and set her down gently. He grabbed a small pillow from his closet and put it under her ankle.

"Need anything before you sleep?" he leaned over her. She thought before saying: "You."

Ryan smiled and went over to the other side and climbed in. He placed the comforter over the both of them and they snuggled up.

"You're lucky, you don't have work tomorrow," he placed an arm around her.

"No you're lucky, I wanna go to work everyday. Even if I have to wear flat shoes and limp like a granny." She gazed up at him. He chuckled looking down at her head on his chest.

"Good night," he yawned

"Night."

Ryan closed his eyes in relaxation, then opened them to realize two green ones still staring at him. Before he knew it she reached up and smuched him on the cheek.

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