WHEN EMERSON WALKED INTO PAUL'S APARTMENT SHE QUICKLY WENT TO THE BATHROOM. When she walked out, Paul was setting up couch putting a pillow and a few blankets.

Emerson walked over to him, "What are you doing?" She asked taking off her heels and setting them neatly over the couch.

"Getting ready to sleep," he answered.

"You're not sleeping on the couch," Emerson stated.

"Yes I am," he smiled softly, Emerson rolled her eyes and lay down on the couch as Paul was making it.

"Nope," she started, "Go lay down on your bed!"

Paul rolled his eyes, "Come on, Emmy," he said with a little annoyance in his voice.

"Nope, I'm staying right here,"

"Look, I got some of my pajamas so you can wear them instead of the dress," he starred, "They're in my room, and I know you won't change in front of me."

Emerson smirked, "Who said I wouldn't?" She asked teasingly, "I'm kidding, I'll go change and if you're on that couch, I'll push you off."

Paul let out a small laugh as the Aussie walked over to the bedroom to change her clothes. Paul sat on the couch in his pajamas and as soon as Emerson walked out, she sat down next to him.

"Move over, Wesley," she said laying down, putting her legs on top of his lap.

"Em, get up, go to the bed."

"No," she started, "If you sleep on the couch, then I'll sleep on the floor."

"Emerson, it's 2am," he started, "You need to sleep,"

"And I will," She grabbed a blanket and threw it over herself as part of the blanket covered Paul. Paul got up and shook his head.

"Alright, fine," he started, "You win, if you need anything tell me,"

"Okay," she said with a smile, "Goodnight, hero hair!" Paul laughed lightly as he went to his room.

In the middle of the night, Emerson was shivering on the couch. She only had a thin blanket on her. She got up groggily and tried finding another blanket but she had no clue where they were.

She opened the door to Paul's room and found him sound asleep. She walked lightly trying not to wake him up.

"Paul," she whispered, "Paul."

"What?" He asked half asleep, "Where are the blankets?"

"They're in the hamper," he answered, "Why?"

"Because I'm freezing my ass off," he said in a low voice.

"Then just stay here," he suggested still sleepily, "Are you okay with that?" She asked

"Mhm," Emerson slowly got in his bed pull the cover to her side, the blanket was thick and kept her warm. She fell asleep quickly with Paul next to her.