Okay this is so short and really did intend on it being longer, but I thought of this like three days ago and I have forgotten half of the stuff I was going to put in it. But hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway and please review if you can, it would be much appreciated!

I looked up at the clock, 3am.

Groaning I realised I only had two hours left before I had to sneak back to my apartment.

I looked down at the woman lying peacefully next to me, pulling her closer I buried my face into her raven hair. God she was so beautiful, so out of my league and so far beyond perfect. I have no idea why she slept with me and to be honest I'm pretty sure I don't want to know.

I pull her even closer.

I can't believe how happy I am! Knowing that it is because of her is the most wonderful feeling in the world and secretly, even though I'm the commitment phobic King, I want this to last forever.

I hold her close.

Then I remember a lesson Ross taught me just a few years ago: Hug for her, Roll for you. The Hug and Roll. I stifle a laugh remembering how ridiculous it all seems now.

The first time I used it was a bit of a disaster, ok a complete disaster. Dumping Janice on the floor wasn't really what I was going for, I just needed a bit of space. A lot of space in fact, she was just far too clingy. It was Janice, it's justifiable.

After that though, I really improved. I'm pretty sure Ross would have been proud of me; I had sort of become an expert at "the old hug n roll"

But now, it's different. I can't even explain why, it just is. I need to have her close to me, it's like we fit perfectly together. As soon as I see her I automatically want her next to me, close to me. I want to tell her how much she means to me, how I think about her every waking second of every day and how I have most definitely not felt like this about anyone in my life before. I'm pretty certain she doesn't feel the same way though, why would she? I mean look at the men she's dated! Richard, Pete, Richard. I bet they were too sophisticated for the hug and roll. God I hate Richard.

I hug her tightly.

Her hair falls perfectly over her shoulder as she lets out a peaceful sigh and curls in closer. God I love her. Did I just think that? Yes, I did.

She's not clingy, she's not uncomfortable and best of all she's not Janice.

She's Monica and she's the reason I'll never use the hug and roll technique again.