I woke the following morning with a slight throbbing in the nether regions and gray skies with a new blanket of snow. I yawned and rolled over, reaching across the expansive bed for Connor, but was met with nothing but crumpled blankets and cold. He wasn't there. I propped myself up on one elbow and realized he wasn't even in the room. I lay there and listened. Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful. I wasn't at peace though. My heart sped up at the thought of being left alone.

"Connor?" I called out still a bit sleepily.

No response.

I grabbed one of the blankets off the top of the bed, and wrapped it around my pasty, pale body. I got up and slowly opened the door, peering out at the living area. It seemed empty. I quietly tip toed out to the living room. The place was definitely empty and dark. A bit disconcerting really. My heart leapt to my throat, and I started to panic even more.

Where is Connor?

I sat on the couch and reached for my purse, hoping I remembered to throw my cell phone in it the night before.

I was scrolling through the contacts when the front door knob began to jiggle. My breath caught in my throat and my heart was beating hard enough that I heard it echoing in my ears. I kneeled on the couch, peering over the back, praying I hadn't been duped. If I had been, boy did I have a lot of explaining to do. Not to mention it would be a long, cold walk back to my car and work would be very awkward.

A giant wave of relief washed over me when I saw Connor walk through the door with two coffee cups and a Macy's bag. He quietly shut the door and jumped a bit when he saw me.

"Oh, you're up! I hoped you would still be sleeping. Sorry for leaving without telling you," he explained.

"I thought you had left me."

"No, I just had some errands to run," he said.

"You went shopping at Macy's? This early?"

"Yeah, well you didn't have anything to wear to work, and I know the manager..." his voice trailed off and his cheeks turned red.

"So you bought me something?"

"You know, this seemed like a better idea when I woke up," he bit his lip and looked down at me sheepishly.

I couldn't help but smile at him. It had to be the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be. Let me see how good your taste in women's clothing is."

"Really?"

"Well, I do need something to wear."

His face brightened up, and he handed me the coffees while pulling a long red and white box out of the bag.

"Here."

I carefully opened it and saw lacey, black panties; a matching lacey, black bra; and beige stockings. Below those was a beautiful, blue, satin shirt and something black sitting among the tissue paper. I put the box down on the sofa. I picked up the underwear and was shocked at how soft they were. They were not something I would normally wear, but who could resist something so sexy after a wild night with the God of love? I laid them down on the couch and picked up the blue shirt. It was actually a dress. The blue satin was the top and the black was the skirt. Black buttons started at the top and ran all the way to the bottom of the skirt. A black and blue belt was attached at the waist and it had to be one of the most beautiful work dresses I'd ever seen.

"Wow."

"It's okay then?"

"Okay? This is amazing. You picked this out?"

"I can't take all the credit. I did get help. I did pick the colors. I thought you would look good in blue," he smiled at me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked putting the dress down.

"Doing what?" he looked so confused.

"Being so nice."

"I told you, Abs, I love you," he stepped around the couch and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Don't say that, Connor."

"Why? It's true."

"You barely know me," I said.

"Nobody else could ever understand me like you do. Seriously, they just can't."

"That's no reason to fall in love with someone."

"You're the only one that has ever made me feel this way. Why would I want to give it up?"

"You've known me for all of a week, Connor."

"Love is a funny thing like that. Sometimes it takes time to grow. Other times it hits you like fireworks. When you meet that right person, you just know."

"Love at first sight. Happily ever after. Fairy tales. All of this is stuff I stopped believing in when I was a little girl," I said looking up at him.

"I'm all of that. I'm a fairy tale man here to give you a happily ever after. Perhaps my coming here wasn't just some accident."

I laughed, "Fate? Destiny? Now you're really loosing it."

"Elysse, why is it so hard for you to just let me in?"

"I think I let you in enough last night."

"I'm not being literal," he said shaking his head.

"I know. Because, Connor, I've never known such an unconditional love before. Especially not by someone I just met."

"There is a first for everything," he said kissing my forehead.

"So you really love me?"

"Yes."

"You weren't just saying that to get into my pants?"

"No. I meant it when I said I loved you."

"I don't understand why. Is it a convenience thing since I am the last Grimm?"

"Can't you just accept the fact that I'm crazy about you and leave it at that?"

"I'm sorry, Connor. I've never had a guy who was so amazing before," I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes to kiss him, "I need to get showered for work."

"Shower's by the bedroom. I'll get some breakfast made for us."

I stood at the top of one of the sets of stairs and followed his movements as he bustled around his kitchen. A smile played at my lips as he kept pulling things out of the fridge. He carefully cracked a few eggs into a bowl and began to whisk them as butter melted in a pan on the stove. Mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes, cheese, red and green peppers sat near a cutting board. He was making omelets. He glanced up and saw me watching him. He flashed a smile and returned to julienning the vegetables.

I walked to the bathroom in utter shock. I was almost afraid to walk away from him. I didn't want this all to turn out being some magnificent dream that was going to end at any moment. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. How can one person make such a difference in your life?

When I emerged from the bathroom he was sitting at the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house. Two square, white plates sat there with big mugs of coffee next to them.

"Hungry?"

"Famished," I said.

"I hope you like omelets."

"I love them," I smiled.

I sat down across from him and dug in to the wonderful breakfast. It was so peaceful and serene with him. It just sucked that we had to leave for work.