I wake in the morning, snuggled into one very cool body. His arm wrapped around me, my arm draped across his torso, his soft skin under my fingers. I bolt upright, looking down at my body, I am still dressed from last night. Ethan looks at me, a grin cracks across his face.

'Did we?'

'No.'

He gets out of bed and pulls his pants over his boxers.

'Breakfast should be here soon.'

He crawls onto the bed looking oh so sexy in just his jeans. Damn. He kisses me, I wrap my arm around him, desperate to have him.

'Shower stink beetle. Before breakfast gets here.'

I scoff at him as he gets up from the bed.

'Stink beetle?'

'Yeah, pee-uw. The hotel guests have already complained once this morning.'

I throw a pillow at him.

'Dress for going out, we can go and get that replacement jacket.'

'It's not necessary.'

'It is.' he whacks me with the pillow. 'Go and shower.'

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The clerk behind the counter brings up the details for the room, I flick through the cash in my wallet, fast depleting. This is going to have to go on the credit card.

'Sorry ma'am, your room is fully paid for.'

'No that's not possible.'

He shrugs at me. 'It's paid up for another week yet.'

I turn and look at Ethan who waits patiently by the front door, watching out the windows.

'Thanks.' I mutter before striding over to Ethan.

'Did you pay for my room?'

'Of course.' he opens the door, letting me pass through to the cold street.

'Why?'

'Because you quit your job and have very little money.'

I fold my arms and huff at him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his body.

'And I will continue to until you accept my offer.'

'It isn't necessary.'

'Where else would you go if you didn't stay here? Back to the jerk?'

'No.' I whisper a little sad.

'I would prefer that you not be alone, like I said you are welcome at my house, we have more than enough rooms to accommodate you.'

By mid-morning I have a new jacket, a very stylish thick woollen double breasted jacket with a fake fur trim around the collar that is insanely soft. I can't stop touching it, it is beautiful. Ethan suggests we try it out which I was a little confused as to what he meant and of course he refused to elaborate. When we reached our destination, I understood, an ice skating rink. I dreaded the thought of ice skating. The last time I did it, I spent more time with my arse on the ice than actually skating. He had a very smug look on his face as he did my laces up for me. I tried to protest, to avoid it but he wouldn't let me. My mind was telling me to shut up, he wouldn't bring me here if he didn't know how to skate.

We skated around the rink for at least an hour and in a way I was kind of glad he took me there. It was a fun distraction, a distraction from my doctor's appointment tomorrow. Ethan would turn me around and every time I would freak out. I clung to him with every scrap of energy I had, which I think he thoroughly enjoyed. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much and by the time we stopped for lunch, I was relieved that I had not gone arse over once.

Ethan walked me all the way to my hotel room door, standing by it. I didn't know what to think, did he want to come in? We had slept in the same bed last night yet nothing happened, did he not want anything from me? This guy was confusing.

'I have to be at the club tonight. If you are planning on visiting me again, how about you let me know this time? I don't want you walking the streets alone.'

I roll my eyes. He sounds like my father. 'Rather tired actually. Plus, I have the specialist's appointment tomorrow.'

'Want some company?'

'It's ok, I'm sure you'll be tired from being up all night.'

He kisses me softly.

'Tomorrow?'

I nod biting my lip.

'Sleep well.'

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My dream began so very lovely, a beautiful blue sky with picture perfect white fluffy clouds. I sat on the side of a hill, a gentle slope, a mass of daisies around me. I pulled a flower from the ground and began to pick the petals, lovingly chanting over and over again, he loves me, he loves me not. Thinking it was Andy that I was pulling apart an innocent flower for and of course the last petal was he loves me not. The ground started to shake, my stomach started to quiver. I pulled my shirt back to see a black circle on my stomach, tiny little veins creeping out of it, moving across my body as the blackness began to consume my entire stomach. The sky went red as the earth around me began to crumble. Something whispered to me, I will take care of you. The shaking of the ground began to ease, as an unknown figure gave me a glass of dark liquid. The stench was foul as the air wafted past the rim of the glass. Drink it all my love, it will take away your suffering.

I bolt upright, my body heaving from the strange dream, my skin coated with a thin layer of sweat. I look around the hotel room, the sound of a trolley being pushed past my door brings me back into the now, out of my groggy haze. Something moves out of the corner of my eye, I look over at the window, thinking that it must be a pigeon but it's not, it's a person. The same as last night, there is someone at my window. I scramble for the phone, ringing through to the reception desk, telling them that there is someone at my window. It would hardly seem possible, being that I am on the fifth floor but it was as clear as day, someone was sitting on the sill, watching me.

The duty manager entered my room, looking out the window. He spoke on his walkie talkie to someone who must have been looking from outside.

'Sorry, ma'am, the person must have fled.' his tone dry and I suspect he didn't believe me.

After the person disappearing from the window sill, my sleep was erratic. By the morning I was a complete write off. The coffee wasn't nearly strong enough, but it was certainly hot. I slowly sipped it as flicked through the brochures that the doctor gave me. I pick up the card for the specialist not realising the time for the appointment. I nearly choke on the drink when I look at my watch. As I flick on the jeans I was wearing the other day, something falls out of the back pocket. I pick up the business card, instantly recognising it as the card that I thought I had thrown out. Unless he slipped another one in my pocket. How is that possible? Surely I would have felt it if he was touching my backside. My mind scoffs, snorting with laughter. How many pickpockets are there that are able to rob people of their things off their body? And you think that he can't slip a card into your back pocket. Dumb arse.

I walk down the street to the specialist's office, turning the corner I once again find myself barrelling into the chest of a handsome man.

'Hello again.'

I stutter out a hello as I stare into the gorgeous green eyes that belong to Ethan.

'What are you doing here?'

'Well, I was passing by and looked at the hotel and remembered your appointment. I thought I could be some moral support, seeing as you don't have anyone.'

'You're not tired?'

He shakes his head, his hands stuffed into his pockets of his jacket, done up tight.

'Thanks but that's not really necessary.'

'Of course it is, everyone needs moral support when they go through something like this.'

'I have to go, I'm late as it is.'

He looks at me, almost like he is waiting for me to give permission for him to come with me. What have you got to lose Jos? Someone to help you is better than no one at all. I sag my shoulders and huff.

'Fine.'