"Thank you for letting me stay here, Billy", she said to him as they entered his apartment and he closed and locked the door behind him. The apartment was not at all what Lima had imagined. In her head, Billy's apartment was white and shiny and there wasn't a bit of dust anywhere. But this apartment was different, it was rustic, the beams of the apartment connected the wooden floor to the high ceiling, the walls were bare, showing the brick structure, the lights were hanging low from the ceiling, drowning the space in a warming, orange light.

"Why are you looking at me like that?", Billy asked her as she turned to him.

"This is completely different from what I imagined your place would look like.", Lima said and Billy raised a brow, taking off his jacket.

"Let me guess, you pictured me as a white marble kinda guy?", he kicked his italian leather shoes into the corner and fell on his couch, loosening his tie just enough to open the top button on his white shirt.

"You can make yourself comfortable. The bedroom is this way, I'll take the couch."

"Please, no. I'm your guest. I don't want to chase you out of your own bedroom.", Lima hesitantly took her shoes off and put them neatly next to the door. She could feel Billy's eyes on her as she bent down, but as she turned to look at him he was looking at his watch.

"It's late. I insist. What kind of gentleman would let a lady sleep on the couch?", he raised an eyebrow.

"You're not a gentleman"

"And you're hardly a lady but here we are. Now shut up and take the bedroom or I'll make you.", he got up from the couch and stood in front of Lima, his tall and slender figure towering over her. Her heart started beating faster as she felt his body heat touch her skin, making the hair on her arm stand up.

"Fine. But I need to change, I can definitely not sleep in this dress. Hell, I can barely breathe."

Billy moved his eyes over her body once more, taking in her round hips, slim waist and strong thighs. The dress was tight, and, he had to admit, she looked incredible in it. He had almost forgotten what she said, when she crossed her arms and started tapping her foot on the floor. And she's annoying again, he thought and started moving towards the small staircase in the back corner of the large living room and Lima followed him, up the stairs into a large, dark room with low wooden beams and dim lights.

Romantic, she thought, but immediately erased that thought from her mind. She didn't want to think like that about Billy. She didn't want to think about him at all.

He handed her a simple grey shirt and sweat pants and moved away from her, clearly signaling that he was done with the conversation. When she grabbed them she gave him a look and he scoffed. "What?"

"I didn't take you for a sweat pants type of guy.", Lima chuckled as she looked around, spotting the bathroom door in the back of the room. "I'll go change now. Thank you."

"If you need to shower feel free to use my stuff. Towels are in the large drawer. Good night Lima", he said as he walked down the stairs, leaving her to herself. But something about the way he said her name made her heart skip a beat and her stomach twist.

When Lima closed the door to the bathroom Billy changed his clothes and lay down on the couch. His thoughts were spinning. Why did he offer to take her in for the night? He didn't even like her. He moved around, trying to find a nice position to sleep in and crossed his arms. This girl was going to be a problem for him. She distracted him in a way that he never thought was possible. With her, Billy felt like he was losing control, helpless, a feeling that scared him more than anything. But she also made him feel something he never thought he wanted to feel. She made him feel like he wanted to be a better person. What is she doing to me? But before he could think more about it, his eyes got heavy and he fell into a deep sleep.