*Eponine's POV*

I mustered all of my strength to push open the large door to my boyfriend's apartment.

The warmth from his fireplace engulfed me and the smell of hot chocolate surrounded me as I took off his red jacket and my thin flats. It felt good to enter the warm apartment after being out in the wintry cold the entire day. Enjolras was reading a book on his bed in the corner of the room; he didn't look up, but acknowledged my presence by saying,

"Hey Love,"

"Hey," I said, out of breath. "What'cha doing?" I slipped off my normal brown dress and searched my bag for pajamas.

"Reading," He mumbled without looking up from his book.

"Really..." I whispered sarcastically.

"Aha!" I said, pulling a white, baggy shirt and a pair of flowy shorts from my bag.

"Is it a good book?" I asked while getting dressed.

"Yeah, It's about the history of Paris, well like 50 years ago. Late 1700s, early 1800s. You can borrow it when I'm done if you'd like." He began biting his fingernails.

I walked into his kitchen and poured a glass of water, returning to the main room I noticed that he moved over to the wall to make space for me. Hopping in the bed next to him, I took a sip of my water and rested my head on his shoulder.

Without looking away from the book, he kissed the top of my head and turned the page.

"Did you eat?" I asked, hoping to fill the boring silence in the room.

"Yeah, I ate with Marius and Joly earlier, but I can make you something if you'd like." He ran his right hand through his head of messy, blonde messy curls and turned the page once more.

"No no, it's fine." A sigh left my mouth as I turned over and laid on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"You okay, Eppy?" He asked.

"Yes, of course." I said, then added in a whisper "It's just my boyfriend doesn't know I exist."

He dropped the book and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me.

"What?" He asked quietly in his thick accent.

"Nothing," I said practically silent.

He snuggled down next to me and looked at me.

"You know I love you, right?" He said in my ear.

"Yeah," I said while looking down.

He kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry love, I just got really into the book. You know how I get about French history."

"Yeah," I cuddled into him and smiled. "One of the reasons why I love you."

He pulled at my hips, and I straddled on top of him.

He stroked my gross, messy hair as I wrote random cursive letters in his chest.

"I love you darling. I just have a hard time showing emotion sometimes. Please forgive me, I'll do better in the future."

I nodded, and laid down on his chest.

Our beautiful, smushy moment was ruined by Grantaire busting in.

"Guys, I drank a lot, and I lost my bottle of wine, and I'm tired, and Joly hurt my feelings, and my head hurts, and I might puke. Can I crash here tonight?" He rambled while stumbling over to us.

Enjolras began, "What? Grantaire of course n-"

"Of course you can!" I cut him off.

"'Ponine?!"

"Please Enjy!" I knew using my nickname for him would seduce him better. "We can't leave him alone." I used my best pouting face.

Meanwhile, Grantaire was sprawled out over the couch.

"Fine! Fine! Whatever!" He gave in.

I jumped up and got a blanket to cover Grantaire with. Enjy smiled at me from on the bed. After covering Grantaire, I turned off the light and returned to the bed to cuddle with my amazing boyfriend.