"You knew I didn't care, but you stayed. You stayed and I hate you for it, because before I knew it I fell for you."

"What are you blabbering about Jane?" Came Adam's muttered voice from underneath the sheets, heavy with the daze of sleep.

"I'm talking about this! You and me. You know us." She replied sitting up and hugging her knees slightly with a faint smile. He flips over to his other side, lifting his head to be seen.

"Us? Is there an us?" He asks.

"Yeah isn't there? I mean you came here, you kissed me, you said you needed me, and this (she waves her hand over the bed and him) doesn't it mean something?"

"We have a way of not working out Jane, something always happens. I screw up, you screw up, or we both do. Perhaps if we don't label this it'll work out better." The faint smiles falls from her face as she jumps out of the bed exposing herself in just a pair of red colored underwear.

"Fine! Just fine! Before yesterday afternoon I didn't give a damn about you. At least not that way. However you came here needing me, wanting me. You could have left, in fact you didn't have to come at all. You know how I feel about you Adam. How can you do something like this and not except me to fall for you?"

"I didn't fall for you. How can I fall for you when I have been in love with from the moment I saw you? And I couldn't have left, nor do I wish to leave now." She rises her eyebrow and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Wait I'm confused. If you mean that why did you say no labels?"

"I don't want to be called your boyfriend or you to be called my girlfriend. Labels like that hold too much responsibility. I'm scared of them Jane. So I thought if we kept on like friends, slow, simple, and easy without the pressure we could do better."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I won't get involved with you again if you are already preparing for it's failure by already avoiding even calling it by name." Adam releases a sigh and sits up completely in bed leaning against the uncomfortable headboard.

"I'm scared Jane."

"Me too Adam me too! But don't you feel it? This, we are right for each other. Yes we both screwed up in the past, and I am sure more foul ups will happen. More than anything I am scared of not trying." He leans forward to take a hold of her hand pulling her towards him and kisses her passionately.

"Ok. I'm ready to try again and I mean really try. But Jane I still don't want to call you my girlfriend."

"Arg! Why not Adam? I refuse to have a secret relationship it causes too much of a headache to keep track of who knows what and who doesn't. I am not a whore so not having a label and people knowing we are together would make them think I was in fact a whore." He starts to laugh, her eyebrow raises again.

"Jane I don't want to call you my girlfriend, because I rather call you my wife."

"What?" Only a whisper could be afforded to come out.

"If we are going to try this, I really want to try. No hold bars. I love you. So will you marry me?