*Katherine's POV*

The Next Day...

My eyes slowly fluttered open, I go to move and a pair of strong arms tighten their grip on me. I look down and see that I am nude, my eyes widen. I turn over and see a sleeping Prince behind me, last nights events replay in my head. I smile to myself before looking over at Prince.

"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer." He says, his eyes still closed but a smirk appearing on his features.

"Hmm I could but you have thousands laying around so I think I'll just steal one of those." I snicker.

He opens his eyes and tickles my sides, I laugh and try to squirm away from him. I manage to get away, I get out of bed and put a robe on. I hear Prince clear his throat so I turn to face him after I tie my robe up.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks.

"To the bathroom, is that gonna be a problem?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"That depends, are you coming back here and dropping that robe?" He asks, his voice dropping an octave.

I smirk and just walk away without answering his question. He keeps calling out to me but I don't answer. I walk down to the bathroom and do what I need to do. I fix my hair, it's a complete mess. My hips are killing me, well my whole body is actually. I move my hair away from my neck and see there is hickies all over it. I chuckle to myself.

I drop my hands to my hips which hurt alot more than I thought it would, I hiss in pain. I untie my robe and look just because I'm paranoid. I gasp at the dark bruises on my hips, wow Prince has a grip on him. They're dark blue and purple bruises on both hips, I reach down to touch and I hiss at the feeling.

"Hey whats taking you so long?" Prince asks as he walks in.

I look up at him in the mirror, his eyes go from mine straight to the bruises on my hips. I go to cover them up but he stops me, he carefully runs his finger along each bruise. I look at his face and he looks upset.

"Prince..." I go to say but he cuts me off.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispers.

I reach up and hold his face gently in my hands. He refuses to make eye contact with me, no matter how hard I try to get him to look at me.

"It wasn't intentional. I'm not mad at you, we were both caught up in the moment. Yes they hurt but they will heal. We may have moved a little fast also but..." I explain but Prince finally looks up at me.

"Moved a little fast? You think we're moving fast?" He asks.

"I just don't want to move too quickly in this relationship because I don't want to screw up what we have. I like what we have." I sigh.

Prince looks away again, great. I don't know if he's guilty of the bruises or mad about what I said...

"Please say something." I say in almost a whisper.

He stays silent for a moment before speaking up. Still not making eye contact.

"I have a show to go to tonight, I have rehearsals to go do." He says before leaving the room.

My heart drops, I should have just not looked at the bruises at all and we wouldn't be in this predicament. Tears fall down my cheeks and I take a few minutes to get myself together. When I return to the bedroom Prince isn't there. There's no note, no nothing. I sigh to myself and get dressed.

I go to my office and continue on my project, my assitant has the day off today which I don't mind...I want to be alone anyway. I go over the drawings for the rooms I'm doing when I get a call.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Katherine. It's Tony." Tony says.

"Hey, Tony." I say.

"Are you coming to the show tonight?" He asks.

"What show?" I ask.

"We're performing at the sports centre tonight." He confirms.

"I don't know, I'm not really up for that tonight." I sigh.

"Come on. Prince has been down in the dumps all day and now you? I don't know whats wrong with you both but you two need to talk it out. Just come to the show. I'm not taking no for an answer." He says before hanging up.

Wow okay. I look up at the clock, I guess I should leave now if I wanna be there on time. I lock up and head down. Once I'm there I get my pass and sit in the front row. The show begins and Prince walks out, it's amazing how much of a different person he is on stage. Like nothing is bothering him.

It's great to see him smile though and in his natural habitat...on stage where he belongs. Ever since we started dating I've been coming to more shows and seeing him dance with the boys is always great, it's so much fun to watch.

The crowd is loving them, especially when Rosie comes out to dance and rap, my eyes widen and jaw drops. Is there anything that woman can't do? She's simply amazing! The show comes to an end and I walk back stage, I walk into Prince's dressing room and see he's sitting there.

He looks up at me.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey. Great show." I say.

"Thank you. I didn't think you were gonna come." He admits.

"I didn't think you'd want me to come." I admit.

He furrows his brows, sitting up.

"What makes you think that?" He asks.

"You left me this morning without a goodbye or even a note." I say.

He stands up and walks over to me, he takes my hands in his. His eyes lock onto mine.

"I just couldn't be there after what I did to you." He says, voice cracking.

"Prince, I told you...I'm not mad. I forgive you. These things happen." I say.

"Yes but I should have been more careful. You limped into this room..." He says.

"Please don't beat yourself up for this, these are bruises...they will heal. It's not like I'll need hip replacements." I say.

Prince chuckles at my last statement, I smile at the fact I made him laugh.

"I made you laugh, you can't turn back now." I point my finger at him.

He rolls his eyes, pushing my finger away from him.

"Doesn't change anything, I still feel like shit about it. And I will until those bruises disappear." He says.

"They'll be gone in no time. Trust me, now lets go, before I fall asleep here." I sigh.

"Speaking of...I have a question." He says.

I squint my eyes at him.

"And what's that?" I ask.

"How would you feel about falling asleep at Paisley Park? Every night?" He asks.

I furrow my brows, did he just ask me to move in with him? Before I can answer he takes my hand and we start walking.

"Think about it. You are always driving quite a long distance from your apartment to your office, Paisley Park is so much closer to your office. You are hardly at home anyway because you're either at your office or...oh funny that! Paisley Park with me." He explains.

Well, he's got a point. But moving in? That's a little quick in the relationship, what if living together drives us nuts? I could be wrong though.

I look over at Prince who is in the car.

"Are you coming?" He asks.