A/N: Hey all! Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews. I love making other people's days, and i love when other people make mine. Once again, i'm truely greatful. So anyway, i was watching "And They're Offed" this afternoon (for like the hundreth time) while i was straightening my hair, and i was wondering what i should write about. Then it hit me. So here it is, 2 hours and one burnt hand later. Read and Review, por favor (:

She didn't know what to say. She was looking at him and he was looking at her, neither of them speaking. When his eyes shamelessly took in her toweled form, she swore she must have turned at least five shades of red. His mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Calleigh. Wet. Wet Calleigh. Standing in front of him. In a towel. Was he dreaming? Had he died and gone to heaven? Calleigh chuckled nervously, motioning him into her apartment.

"Can you hold on for a sec while I take care of this whole no clothes thing I've got going on?" Flirty. She could handle this.

"Yeah. Of course, take your time." Normally he would have made a comment, but tonight he wanted to be serious. Well as serious as he could be as Calleigh turned towards her bedroom granting him with a nice rear view. This gave him a chance to re-run the speech for the hundredth time in his head.

In her bedroom, Calleigh stared at her reflection nervously in front of her full length mirror. Did he know that she had been thinking about him? Did 7 years of friendship enable them to read each other's mind? She shook her head. Why was she so nervous? She had been with plenty of guys before, both physically and emotionally. This shouldn't be so hard for her to let him in. Without thinking she pulled on a pair of blue Soffe shorts and a black tank top. She ignored the voice in her head that told her that maybe, just maybe, she should go change.

If he thought Calleigh in a towel was a treat, he was definitely not prepared for super short shorts and tank top Calleigh. As she walked into the room his mind began to wander into dangerous territory, so he decided to play it cool.

"So did you get the truffles?" He tried to come off nonchalant, but he ended up sounding more desperate than he intended.

"Umm… yeah," she sat on the loveseat opposite to him. "That was really nice of you, but you know you really didn't have to do it."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to." Because I'm in love with you. There was the truth so plain and simple. Why couldn't he just say it out loud? She blushed and looked down. He had never seen this quite shy side of Calleigh, but he sort of liked it.

"I umm… I tried to call you earlier." She looked up and he caught a glimpse of something in her eyes, guilt?

"Yeah, I umm just had a lot of stuff on my plate this afternoon." She grimaced, it sounded weak even to her. Hopefully he would allow her to keep a sliver of her dignity, and just forget about it.

"Is everything okay?" Apparently no such luck. Curse her southern upbringing; she just couldn't lie to him. He was sitting there with the most concerned look on his face that made her want grab his face and kiss him hard.

"I went horseback riding with Terrance." Somewhere the connection between her brain and her mouth had been completely lost. He leaned back into the couch. His expression was so easy to read. He was hurt, jealous even, and she was the one to make him feel that way. She felt horrible. Didn't he understand? He didn't deserve her; she wasn't good at these kinds of things.

"Terrance." There was no emotion in his voice, like he was trying to put two and two together. "The horse groomer guy?"

"Yeah, he asked me if maybe I wanted to take a ride on Backdraft, and I said yes." It sounded so simple in her head, but the expression on his face told her everything. He was in love with her, and she had been off riding a horse with a guy she barely knew. Oh this was bad, really bad. She expected him to leave, to call her a whore. She prepared for the worst. Large tears started to spill out of her eyes; she was going to lose Eric over a horse groomer.

Eric was still in a daze. Calleigh. His Calleigh had been out doing laps around the track with some guy she barely knew. He snapped out of it just in time to hear Calleigh let out a sniffle. She was crying. Why was she crying? He had just had his heart ripped in two, and she was crying? He wanted to be mad, he so wanted to tell her how much she hurt him, but he couldn't. Seeing her, Calleigh Duquesne, sitting on her couch crying her eyes out was too much for him. In one swift movement he rushed to her side and scooped her up in his arms. She immediately buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Im…so…sorry…Eric," she choked out between sobs. This was too heartbreaking; he never wanted to see her like this again.

"Shhh… querida, there's nothing to be sorry for."

"Eric…I…ruined us," she hiccupped, trying to control the tears that were leaking out of her eyes.

"Calleigh if anyone ruined us it was me." She looked up at him with a puzzled expression, what had he ever done? "You said you were confused, and you didn't know what I wanted. I think that's a lie Cal, you know what I want." Deep breath.

"I want you. Calleigh Duquesne, I'm in love with you…"

A/n: I'm really starting to get he hang of this cliffhanger thing. haha. I'm such a hypocrite, i hate when other people write them, but then i do the same thing. Oh, well don't hold it againts me. Next cha[ter hopefully up tomorrow (: Peace