I'm actually kind of sad that tomorrow morning we will be driving back to the city. I didn't think this weekend would affect me the way it did, but I do know that when I get home I have a lot to think about. I'm hoping that once we get back to the city he can go back to being the asshole he was when I met him, and I can just continue on with my life.

The meat on the stove is sizzling and the smell of garlic and onion mixed in smells so good. We've decided to make stove top chili tonight. I hear Jace sniffling on the other side of the room. I look over as he chops more onions and laugh.

"Having issues with that onion over there?" I tease.

"Quiet you, onions are the worst," he laughs.

He comes over bringing the cutting board and tosses the rest of the cut onions into the pan. He sets it down on the counter and reaches around me grabbing the spatula. His lips are so close to my ear I shiver. My eyes travel down and notice we are both barefoot in the kitchen wearing nothing but mostly undergarments. He's in his plaid boxers and plain white tee, and I'm in a long t-shirt that covers just below my ass. He sets the spatula down on the glass holder and then spins me around. His hands linger down at the bottom of my shirt.

"I'm glad you decided to come with me," he says.

"Me too actually..."

"Actually..." he teases.

"Honestly? I wasn't too sure about coming up here with you. I told you I don't want a boyfriend..."

"The boyfriend in your underwear drawer enough of a boyfriend for you?" he teases.

I laugh and roll my eyes. As much as I want to live in the fantasy world where it feels like we are together, I know that it has to end soon. Cooking half naked with bare feet after having sex, spending the day talking and laughing; it's perfect all too perfect. I do know that I need to get back to the real world, and once we do what happened here is just that. Like Vegas, what happens in Vegas stays there. It's got to be that way with this too.

"Leave Louie out of this!" I say defending the lonely vibrator sitting in my underwear drawer at home.

"So you do have one... wait... it has a name?" he asks.

His grip tightens as he pulls me close, I can feel him through the small amount of clothes he has on. I'm one step away from giving myself to him again, just once more. I'm not ready for it to end.

"Yes it has a name, don't you name your cars or something? Oh and your penis," I tease reaching for it. He hisses.

The meat crackles behind his and he reaches around again, stirs around the meat and then returns the spatula back. His attention comes right back to me.

"Louie huh? Interesting choice," he says.

"I named him after Louis from One Direction. Guilty pleasure," I smirk.

He bursts out laughing and I smack him on the chest. I laugh along with him though because it's kind of funny. It was an ongoing joke between Nicole and I.

"There's got to be a story behind that one," he pries.

"Well if you want to know... in college there was an adult store close by. Nicole and I got a job there over one summer and we'd buy the most random things," I laugh at the memory. "We'd been joking one night about naming the dildos and vibrators. She'd said they all look like they'd deserve a name. So we each picked one and bought it. She named hers Freddie, because of the actor from She's All That; our favorite nineties movie. I named mine Louie because well he was my favorite, it was between that and Leo..."

"Leo?"

"DiCaprio..."

"Inception Leo?" he questions.

I nod, "That's the one," I say. "When I was a teenager I'd watch Romeo and Juliet religiously. I thought he was so hot, I use to have to hide watching it though, my parents weren't a fan of movies like that," I say. "Leo was like my first Hollywood crush, after I'd seen Titanic I was hooked. Then in my teen years Romeo and Juliet became my go to ..."

"Your go to huh?" he questions.

"Oh my god was I word vomiting again?" I ask.

He laughs, "I love when you vomit words," he chuckles.

"Glad you're amused by it," I say.

His mouth is so close and if I don't get a hold of myself I'll throw myself on this counter and get him to have his way with me again. I pull away, "We should finish dinner, and get to bed early, long drive right?" I ask.

He looks disappointed.

"Right..."

He pulls away and grabs the spatula to finish up the meat. I walk over to the counter and grab the tomatoes to dump in.

"Hey," I say bumping into him. "Spend the night with me?" I ask.

He looks over and smiles, "You sure?" he asks.

I nod, "Positive," I say.

***

I'm curled up in the front seat as best I can. Last night after dinner aunt flo decided to make her monthly visit in full force. Literally Jace thought he'd murdered me it was that bad. He was kind enough to run out into the freezing night and get me extra pads and Tylenol. He found me curled up on the bedroom floor when he got back. I'd only brought two pads with me and I couldn't find the heavy one, so of course I'd leaked right through my panties.

I was so embarrassed to have to explain that this is normal for me and that my PCOS brings extremely heavy periods. Of course it would have to happen at the worst possible time. Fortunately Jace was amazing and even massaged my lower back to help with the pain, while I curled up in bed.

He looks over at me as we pull onto the main road leaving the snow behind. There's still some as he head back home, but the further we head back towards the city the less snow there is. He places his hand gently on my lap. I look over and offer a smile even through the pain. He turns up the music a bit and hums along. I was up most of the night so I'm pretty warn out. I close my eyes as his hand lingers rubbing gently along my leg.

I wake up sometime later and the city has come into view. The snow is gone and there's now only grey skies and rain. It feels a bit warmer here too. I adjust myself hoping that I didn't bleed all over his seats. Thankfully I'm pretty sure I'm okay, but still very uncomfortable.

"Hey, almost there," he says.

"I was hoping it was a mirage," I laugh. "I actually will miss the peace and quiet," I say.

"He left the house to his son, so we could probably go back when we want," he says it like he knows we'll take another trip together.

The guilt hits again and so does the cramping in my stomach. I moan and realize I still have another hour before I can take more Tylenol. It takes us another forty minutes or so to get back to my apartment. I'm not sure if anyone is home, it's late afternoon and the sun is starting to fall low in the sky. I step out and he's already got my bags out of the trunk ready to help me bring it up.

I open the door to a quiet apartment, it's clean and tidy and it looks like all of my stress food has been eaten. I bring my stuff into my room, and Jace helps me. I walk with him back towards the door, I'm ready for a nap and Jace has some things to do regarding the club so it's time to end our weekend.

"I really did have a good time," he says.

"Me too," I tell him.

"I'm not ready for it to be over," I confess.

He smirks and lifts my chin with his finger so that he can kiss my lips. It's a soft kiss, but it makes my made warm and my heart pound in my chest.

"You coming to the club on Thursday? We are doing a country night dedicated to Frank," he says.

"I wouldn't miss it," I say.

I told him that it would probably be a few days before we'd see each other. The only way I got the weekend off was that I agreed to work three twelve hour shifts this week, if Charlene worked my shifts. I'm about to lean in and kiss him again when Henry and Nicole come barreling through the door talking loudly. I stumble back away from Jace and they both look at me and then at Jace.

"Your home!!" Nicole screams running to me. "Tell me everything," she whispers loudly in my ear.

I know Jace heard, but he's also engrossed in a conversation about the club with Henry. I say a quick goodbye to Jace because my stomach is getting worse and I just want to lay down. Nicole follows me and shuts the door. We hear Jace and Henry talk for about ten minutes more before the door shuts and the only sound we hear are Henry's footsteps and the sound of Stewie from family guy on TV.

I tell Nicole about the weekend leaving out some of the major details, I'm not sure I'm ready to tell her. I tell her we made out a lot like horny teenagers, but left out the sex. I think she suspects it, but if she does she doesn't say anything. We talk for a while until my eyes grow heavy. She leaves me after telling me about how she and Henry got really close over the weekend. I can't help but be super happy for her. She places a kiss on my forehead and heads back out to spend time with the love of her life.

I close my eyes and think about the weekend, and now I need to figure out what the hell am I going to do?