I wake up with Dan's face on my chest, his left arm wrapped around my waist, and his left leg between mine. His breath is slow and steady, with a half snore now and then - he's still vast asleep. Sunlight shines through the curtains. I know that if I move I will wake him up. I don't want to disturb his peaceful dreaming, but my bladder has a mind of its own.

Carefully I place my lips on his forehead and I try to wriggle myself from his grasp. One of his eyes opens, his lips curl into a smile.

"Morning." His voice sounds hoarse. "Where do you think you're going?"

He fastens his grip around my body. I kiss him on his lips, a gesture he immediately responds to.

"I need to use the bathroom," I whisper.

"Okay." He releases me. "As long as you don't sneak away."

I quickly grab his shirt and slip it on. His eyes follow me as I walk through the room. The room is a complete mess, pillows are spread through the place, we moved some furniture around when we went after each other, caught up in our pillow fight. It's a small miracle we didn't break any of the spit ugly modern statues that are placed around the room. Dan dragged them all together and made it look like some weird scene. Before I close the bathroom door, I throw a glance behind me and blow him a kiss.

The bathroom is gigantic, it's decorated with pearly white tiles. There's a giant bathtub in the middle of the room, and a separate shower, modern-looking in an all-glass stylish cabin. I find the toilet behind a screen. When I sit down I lay my head in my hands as I relieve my bladder. I feel all rosy when I think of what we did last night. My lips are red from all the kissing, but we talked a lot as well. About stupid things like our favorite music, food, favorite books, Hitchhiker's Guide to the galaxy for me, The Reader for him.

And we talk about family. He has two brothers, one older, one younger. His parents are still together, in contrast to mine. They broke up four years ago when I started college. I know it's not my fault, but sometimes it feels like I failed as a daughter. I know they've been struggling for a long time and the love was just gone, but it still hurts me.

We talked about our plans for the future. He wants to focus on more diverse roles, and play in independent productions as the romantic comedies started to bore him. He missed out on some interesting roles because of his history with romantic comedies. Some directors thought he wasn't up for more intricate roles, but he will be shooting his next film in three months. It will be some arthouse movie about a sanitarium in France during the thirties, so he's trying to perfect his French for the next couple of months. My life seems so boring compared to his; I'm studying and working the next six or seven years in the hospital.

I never planned on being there the whole night, but when I wanted to go home it was five in the morning. So I stayed and we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. Not that we caught much sleep, but it doesn't really matter.

I wash my hands when I'm finished and I splash quickly some cold water in my face.

When I walk back into the room, he puts the phone down.

"I hope you're hungry. I ordered breakfast." He says.

The buzzing of a phone interrupts my answer. It's mine and I'm a tad too late to pick it up. At first, I don't recognize the number. When I realize it's the landlord of the too-expensive apartment, I let out a small groan.

"Something wrong?" Dan asks.

I sigh. "It's not a big deal, but I should have called my father last night."

I tell him about the two apartments and the plan to try to loan the money from my dad.

"O well, I already decided I would go for the second one anyway." I look at my phone. I have to call the landlord back and now is a good time, but before I can call the man, Dan snatches the phone out of my hands.

"Hey! Give it back." I try to grab the device, but Dan holds it out of my reach. I see him scroll through the missed calls and push on the number that last called me.

"What are you doing?" I fervently try to get my phone back. Dan just pushes his index finger to his lips, to indicate that I have to be silent.

"Hello, I'm calling on behalf of miss Morgan. She saw one of your apartments yesterday." The person on the other side of the line says something.

"Yes, she made her decision. If the place is still available, she would like to rent it."

My jaw drops. I try to wrestle my phone from his hand before he does more damage. "No, I can't pay it, you idiot."

He puts his hand over the microphone. "Can you please be quiet for a second. I'll take care of this." And he continues to talk to the landlord. "Yes, can you please send the specifics to the following email address? I will take care of the payment."

He gives an address that's not mine. I glare at him, my arms crossed in front of my chest, one of my eyebrows raised.

After he hangs up, he hands me my phone back.

"What the hell did you do?" I'm almost spitting fire.

"Getting you the apartment you want." He's lying on the bed again, his arms behind his head.

"I told you, I can't pay the fee." I look at my phone, start searching for the number to call the landlord back. "I'm calling it off."

"No, you don't. I'm going to pay for it." There's this small smile around his lips. Why is he doing this? I feel blood pounding, I can barely keep my hands from shaking.

"I can't accept that." I glare at him.

"Why not?" He looks confused.

"It doesn't feel right." I sit down next to him on the bed. "It's a crazy amount, you can't just give that to me."

I find the number of the landlord and bring the phone to my ear. This time I know what's coming as he dives for my phone. I quickly turn around so he can't grab it.

"Elise, listen to me." He whispers in my ear. He has his arms wrapped around me and still tries to get the phone. "Let's talk this through before you do anything you'll regret."

He finally manages to get my phone and switches it off.

My blood is boiling. "Give me back my phone. I don't want this. And don't tell me what to do. I don't have the money and I don't want you to interfere with my life." I grab my bag, dress, and I reach for my shoes.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." He takes my hand and pulls me so we face each other. All traces of humor left his face. "Please hear me out, Eli never meant to make you this upset. I just wanted to help you."

I open my mouth to say something, but he raises his hand. "No, listen to me first. I know we don't know each other that long, but I want to be part of your life. I want you to live in a nice apartment, not in a place where you can't lock your door or where you're always busy fixing things. This is my way of showing you that I care for you. But If you really feel that you can't accept it, we can arrange something so you can pay me back."

I let the words sink into me. I don't like it when people make decisions for me. I'm still mad, but I decide to step over my pride. "Thank you. I appreciate the gesture, but I will pay you back. And please tell me the next time if you plan to do something like this."

"I never met a girl that got mad at me for spending too much money on her." He pulls me closer, but I resist.

"I know you don't mean it that way, but it feels uncomfortable when someone spends a lot of money on me, I'm not for sale." I look him straight into his eyes.

"You're priceless." His mouth is turned in some half-smile.

I punch him playfully at his shoulder.

"Hey! I didn't deserve that." He grabs my hand.

"Sorry, my cheese-o-meter exploded."

"Does this mean you're staying for breakfast?" Deep lines lie on his forehead, and he clenches to my hand as if he thinks I can run off any moment.

I laugh because of the sudden change of subject.

"What?" He looks confused.

"Nothing." I stare at him. "Breakfast sounds good."

"So... this was our first fight?" He says as he pulls me over, this time I let him.

"I would call it a disagreement," I say.

"You were trying to run off, it was definitely a fight. And you know what the best thing is about fights?"

I open my mouth to give him a sassy answer, but before I can say anything, he pulls me on his lap.

"Making up again." He whispers in my ear.

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AN: Thank you for reading this, vote if you liked it, comment if you caught a mistake, or if you want to let me know something, I promise I won't bite. Stuff is a bit mellow at the moment, but I just want to form their relationship a bit, so it doesn't break down right away. Stuff is about to change in 10...9...

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