I woke up feeling very comfortable. My head was resting on something warm and strong and there were arms wrapped around me. I looked around sleepily and jerked awake when I saw that my head was on Zach's chest and his arms were wrapped around my stomach. He was still asleep, so we must have gotten this way overnight.

I was trying to think of a way of moving without waking him up when a car honked outside and I felt Zach flinch. "What?" he murmured sleepily.

Then he seemed to notice me and where I was laying and he smirked. "Can't get enough of me, can you?" he said smugly.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me. "I woke up like this." I stood up and stretched, showing my toned stomach and thrusting my chest out. I noticed Zach gaping. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

I strutted to the bathroom and brushed my hair, washed my face, and applied my makeup. When I walked back out, he was downstairs using the other bathroom. I rummaged through my suitcase but didn't pick anything out.

"Hey, Zach?" I yelled. "Is it supposed to be warm today?"

He walked out of the downstairs bathroom with a toothbrush in his hand. "I don't know," he said simply. He walked to the couch and turned the TV on to the Weather Channel and the forecast was eighty-two degrees and sunny.

I raised my eyebrows and went back to my suitcase, picking out black booty shorts, a bra, and a tank top. When I put the outfit on, you could slightly see the black lacy bra through my pink tank top. Oh, well. I was single –wasn't it okay to attract guys? Besides, maybe one of the guys we were after was some creepy person who would try to get with me.

Zach came stomping up the stairs just as I was putting on my perfume.

"It's a good thing you're my mission partner," he said, with a naughty-looking smirk.

"Why?" I asked, figuring I'd get his gross boy-talk over with.

"Because I get to make out with a hot babe like you all day," he said.

I laughed but stopped myself halfway and turned away from him. He sighed.

"Cammie, we can't act like this the whole mission. We're stuck here together for a whole year," he said softly.

I turned around and looked at him. This would all be a whole lot easier if he wasn't so hot – oh, god, Cammie, don't start again. Little thoughts like these are what made me fall in love with him in the first place and I don't want to make that same mistake again.

"Think about what you said to me that night," I said with a slight edge to my voice. This time there was no danger of tears – I had gotten them all out last night in the shower.

"Think about what you said to me,"he countered.

"But you cheated on me," I said quietly.

"No, I didn't," he said. I straightened up, ignoring his lie.

"What do we have to do today?" I asked. Zach pulled out the laptop of intelligence the CIA had given us for this specific mission, shaking his head (probably at the fact I was ignoring his protests to the fact he cheated on me). While he turned it on, I noticed the thick tension between us already and it was only two days into the mission.

I desperately needed a girl to talk to. Unfortunately, before I left I didn't call any of my best friends: Macey, Bex, or Liz. During missions it is strictly enforced that we can't communicate with anyone outside of the mission. My friends will no doubt know I'm on this mission with Zach, but they can't talk to me about it. This means I'm stuck with Zach for a year without anyone to talk to but him.

"This week we have basically nothing to do," Zach said, interrupting my thoughts. "And next week, too, we don't have anything to do. Today we're getting our weapons for the mission that we couldn't bring on the plane."

"When and where?" I asked. I was beginning to fold my clothes and put them in the drawers next to my side of the bed.

"Seven o'clock at night, out the back of the hotel. That's all we have planned for this week," he said, looking unhappy. "Next week we have nothing."

"Maybe intelligence is slow and can't find anything? I mean, it is a year-long mission," I said. I folded another pair of pants.

A few hours passed when Zach and I agreed we should get going. We went into the elevator with a teenager and held hands (as part of our covers). Once outside, we kissed in front of the hotel and eventually went on our way (like Zach said, you never know who could be watching). While walking to the back of the hotel down an alley, we laughed and made it seem like we didn't know exactly where we were going.

Zach looked amazing, again. He had on a black V-neck shirt with silver Nike shorts and sneakers and again, his hair looked perfectly messy. I looked over at him and his green eyes looked happy from his fake smile, but they weren't sparkling as usual.

"It's six fifty six," I told him. I tried to read his expression once the fake boyfriend-smile was gone but he was expressionless.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me and I kissed him back. Our kiss deepened until Zach pulled away and grabbed my hand. In the corner of the alley, a man had just arrived. Zach pulled me toward him. I was still trying to decide how I felt about that kiss. I mean, it was fake, right?

"Agent Goode and Agent Morgan,"Zach said, motioning towards us. "Sorry about that," he said, referring to the kissing the guy was probably watching, "it's part of the cover."

The short, plump man nodded but looked skeptical. He looked around sketchily and pulled out a pink suitcase that had the CIA logo just on the top corner, barely noticeable unless you were a spy trained to notice things.

"Here you go," he said in a thick British accent. Then he fumbled with his pockets and pulled out an official CIA badge. "I'm not an intruder," he said. We got the bag and thanked him and walked out of the alley holding hands, my other hand grasped on the suitcase. We looked like easy-going tourists.

We got back into the hotel and opened our suitcase – it was perfect. Guns, knives, everything a spy could want! I looked up and Zach looked pleased.

I was about to tell him a story I had with one of the guns in there but remembered: stay professional. I stood up and walked up the spiral staircase and plopped on the bed.

I felt so confused. I didn't know how to feel about Zach and how I should be acting. It seemed like I wasn't staying angry at him and I was letting him talk to me and get to me. I just didn't know what to do.

I heard Zach come up shortly after."It's so boring here."

"There will be action later in the mission. We have a whole year here," I said quietly. I turned around and buried my face in the pillows.

"Yeah, that doesn't make it any less boring," he said.

"I didn't ask for you to complain to me," I snapped. Suddenly it was all becoming unbearable. With Zach there, it was all these memories back, some good and some bad. I couldn't take it anymore – I didn't even know how I felt about him at this point and I was just getting more and more confused.

I flipped over and pushed past Zach, running down the stairs. I walked outside and just kept walking. I must've been out for about two hours because the streets were practically empty and it was getting dark. The ground was still damp from rain this morning and the sky looked beautiful. I went over to a nearby bench and sat down, gazing at the city and sky. It was slightly warm out.

It got to be around ten at night and the street was completely empty. My mind flashed back to the way Zach had kissed me down in the alleyway. It had felt…real. As much as I was cursing myself out for it, I had actually kind of liked it. But maybe that was just in the moment. Zach was an asshole. He hadn't even followed me out or anything. Zach didn't care about me.

I stood up and took a breath and shivered involuntarily. Raindrops were beginning to fall again so I walked back to the hotel with the eerie feeling I was being watched.

The inside of the lobby was strangely quiet with only two people behind the desk. I mean, I know I'm supposed to be a highly trained spy, but it was getting kind of scary…like horror movie creepy, as if someone would jump out at any moment.

The elevator ride was short and I walked to our room swiftly and silently. I paused outside of the door and took a breath and knocked. I pulled at the hem of my shorts. After thirty two seconds of waiting, a tired looking Zach opened the door.

"Where've you been?" he asked groggily and yawned. He was shirtless in his boxers again and his hair look ruffled. He turned around and scratched his head.

I turned on the lights. I really wanted to snap a sharp remark back at him but I was beginning to feel like I was putting down everything he was saying lately. Maybe that's why he didn't bother following me out in the rain. Instead, I answered, "Just walking and thinking about things."

He turned around and looked at me questioningly but when I didn't give him and answer he said something instead."You're so different now," he said quietly and he walked up the stairs. Suddenly feeling more confused, I took a shower and crawled into the bed next to him without drying my hair.

What is Zach thinking? What are Cammie's true feelings (and what are Zach's)? What did Zach mean when he said she was different? All will be revealed! (Wow, that sounds cheesy) :)

That's all I have written so far :( I thought I had more! So, if you have ANY ideas, please please please rate and review your ideas or Inbox me. I'll update as SOON as I have a new chapter, no later.

Next Chapter: I'm hoping to have some action. But, since I haven't actually written the chapter yet, I'll tell you as soon as I do.

Thanks so much for reading, I reeeally appreciate it.