As Chris ran out to me, I stopped rubbing my knee, starting to say I was okay, but he scooped me up anyways. He carried me inside the house and set me down on the bed. "I didn't do anything. Just random pains." I muttered, not really wanting to say that I was really a klutz. I tried to stop him from leaving, but he breezed off to get ice. So I sat, and thought, about what he said earlier about her being the lady of the relationship, and my stomach got a fluttery again. Sleep with him. Why did I get these feelings?<br/>When he came in and sat down on the bed, asking "feeling better?" I nodded, trying to move my knee and trying not to wince at the pain. I dropped my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted closer to Chris and leaning into his side.<br/>"Much." I said, wrapping my arms around his chest again. "Thank you." I rested my head on his shoulder, still not really believing he was real. And I probably wouldn't believe it until I'd woken up with him the next morning. "Get all your stuff inside?" I asked wondered.