A few more days tickled by. My relationship with Ryan became alarmingly intimate and too promising to bother if we'd be caught. But we still too precautionary measures, even though it was difficult, seeing as we couldn't keep our hands off each other. He moved most of his personals to my place since he spent most of his time there and slept over ninety-nine point nine percent with me in my bed. I couldn't tell him no after he'd professed his love for me and promised to be beside me if shit went down. And damn right I felt right, cause while we carried on enjoying full mind-blowing sex, pizza and ice-cream dates, movie nights and what the near future held for us both, we certainly weren't being discreet enough — and the hypocritical, surprisingly observant locals of Nowhere, Todos Santos were beginning to raise their brows.