A/N: Yikes. I have been really, really bad about updating. But here's a chapter to tide you over while I work out the kinks in my next chapter (lots of dialogue) :P
"It's getting there that's hard. Once you've gotten there, it's easy to back off."
I couldn't remember who had told me that. All I knew was that, at the time, I had believed them wholeheartedly. After all, once you knew how to get something, it should be easy to find out how to get rid of it. It just made sense.
But now, months later, I was forced to rethink all my earlier thoughts. I should have known that, as a spy, nothing made sense. Even the facts I thought I knew, the things I had once been so sure of, I was second-guessing.
And all because I'd met Cammie.
There was something about her, so irresistible, that kept me coming back. I didn't know why, but I couldn't fight it. So, like any spy, I found a way around the rules. That had led me here. Now I was standing in an empty hotel corridor. I took another look at the suite number: 208. It was hers, I was sure of it, but something prevented me from knocking.
Was I scared? After tailing her for the past few months secretly, how could I be afraid to confront her in person? I'd done it too many times to count before. I inhaled, a bit impatient with myself. Years of training had taught me that freaking out was not an option.
No, I wasn't afraid. I wasn't nervous, either. I was just in too deep.
Now I knew that the whole statement about getting there and backing off wasn't true in the least, not for me. Sure, getting something that you want is hard. But backing off, letting it go, is even harder. After you've put so much time into it, risked everything, you can't just let go. It hurts too much.
Right. So, I wasn't letting go. Instead, I lifted my hand and knocked. Slowly, deliberately. I heard footsteps, and then a brown eye peered out from the peephole. I smirked, acknowledging her with a nod. Her eyes widened.
The door opened, and Cammie's head peered out, her face slightly flushed.
"Zach?" she asked, sounding confused and a bit… breathless? Well, it was comforting to know that I wasn't the only one who had been missing her. I leaned against the doorframe.
"Who else, Gallagher Girl?"
A/N: Next chapter is "Guy Talk" involving Jonas, Grant, and Zach. :P Hope you liked this one!