Zach

This was not happening. Cammie had been freaked out at the idea of us staying in the same room, never mind the same bed. She was going to be so mad. I turned around so that I was facing both Cammie and the living room. I noticed a decent sized sofa and looked at Cammie, with my mind made up. "The sofa is big enough for one of us to sleep on. Its' fine." I said trying to save the situation. But things were going through my head that really shouldn't have been.

"You take the bed I'll stay on the sofa. If you want." Cammie said looking down. I realised that what I said made it sound like I was hinting for her to stay on the sofa.

"Oh, no no, that's not what I meant. I'll be sleeping on the sofa. I'm sure you will want your own space anyway." I said quickly.

"Are you sure? I don't mind.."

"What kind of guy would I be if I let you sleep on a sofa while I stayed in a bed? Honestly. It's fine. We should unpack." I smirked at her, grabbed my suit cases and headed for the wardrobe in the bed room. Looks like I'm sleeping on a sofa for the next three weeks.

"We are going to have to share the wardrobe though. I can't have my clothes all creased. Got to keep up my image." I said as I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. I watched as she rolled her eyes and shook her head laughing. We fell into a comfortable silence as we put or clothes away and Cammie filled the bathroom and her dressing table with her things.

Once we had finished unpacking, and everything was away, I walked into the living room to find Cammie watching re-runs of Friends with Italian subtitles.

"You having fun there" I walked up the sofa and sat down next to her with my arm draped across the back. She looked at my arm and seemed to be about to say something but changed her mind as she started talking about the T.V instead.

"It's so frustrating. I can hardly hear what they are saying with the Italian voice over, and can see what is going on with all the subtitles." Cammie said waving her hands at the T.V.

"Calm down! It's just a program." I laughed at her slightly annoyed face.

"Well I'm just saying." She turned away from me, but I could see her fighting a smile.

"Are you hungry? We could eat in, or go out of you want." I said, changing the subject as my stomach protested with the lack of food.

Looking down at the sweats she was wearing she looked back up at me. "Can we just order in? I'm not in the mood for going out."

"Yeah, sure." Getting up to grab the menu for room service I leaned over the back of the sofa and with my mouth dangerously close to her ear I said "Just so you know, I think you look just as good in sweats" Before I tuned away, I saw her body so dead still and heat tint her cheeks. I instantly regretted it. Why did I do that? Jesus. Where did that even come from?

When I returned to the living room with two menus I sat next to her and immediately realised she was angry. Her uptight posture and straight face gave it away. "Look, Cammie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, it freaked you out, I know. I don't know why I did it." I handed her a menu and she took it.

"I thought we said that we were going to be friends, and try and get along on this mission. How do you expect us to act normal around each other when you do stuff like that? I'm sorry too. You just caught me off guard." She took the menu from me, with a wave of her hand, dismissing what just happened. She tucked her feet under her and she flicked through the menu. Was she just going to forget about it that quickly? I know I shouldn't have said it, but was still thinking it. I still think she looks beautiful even in her sweats with her hair in a messy bun. That's just what I thought.

"What are you going get? The pasta sounds good." Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts and i looked down at the menu in my hand.

"Oh, um, the steak I think. If we have the agencies credit card, why not use it right?"

"Fair enough." Cammie laughed.

And just like that, we were back to being friends again. Huh.

We sat on the sofa for forty five minutes watching replays of old shows and the news channels until I heard the knock on the door and someone shout through "Room Service."

"Finally. I'm starving." Cammie said as she pulled out napkins and forks from a draw in the kitchen.

"Someone's impatient" I joked as I laid all our food out on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"I like food. I'm not like the girls I'm sure you dated who live on salad."

I didn't reply, just grinned, sat back and started eating my food. She is different from the typical girls I've dated. She doesn't seem to realise it's a good thing.

...

We soon finished our food and had our plates stacked up on the trolley they came on. It had become dark outside and the only light that illuminated the room was the coloured flickers from the T.V. I could tell that Cammie was getting tired, and saw her eyes start to drift shut.

"Cammie, it's late, we should get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow." She mumbled a reply that I didn't understand and stayed where she was with her eyes now closed as she leaned on one arm of the sofa. I sighed as I stood up and scooped her up into my arms. Cammie had fallen fully asleep and was mumbling something as her head fell to the side.

Once I reached the bed room, I awkwardly pulled the covers down with one hand while still trying to balance Cammie. I placed her in the bed and pulled the cover up. I turned and pulled the spare quilt from the bottom of the wardrobe and made my way back to the sofa for the night.