They continued to kiss until the rain started pouring. With a giggle from them both, they made their way inside of the home, Dimitri picking up the two bags that Rose brought along with her. He raises his eyebrows at the weight, wondering how much this one woman needs for one weekend. And then his mood falters, realizing that she's only able to stay for this weekend. And then she smiled at him, her eyes shining, her face filled with joy.

"I can't believe this is actually happening," she comments. He drops the bags by the bottom of the staircase, and steps close to her, wrapping his fingers around her hip.

"I was scared it wasn't going to happen to be honest," he says, looking down at her. "But I'm so glad that it did, Roza." She smiles, cheeks flushing at the little name he's given her, his thumb runs over the soft skin as he cups her face.

"I am too, Dimitri, fuck I'm happy to see you." He smiles, wondering when she would first let a curse word slip. She let them fly freely during their conversations together online, and while it surprised him at first, he's come to love that foul mouth of hers.

"So this entire house is yours?" She asks, looking around at the high rise ceiling. "Are you the only one who lives here?"

"I am," he answers.

"Big house for one person, isn't it?"

"I'd agree with that, but I don't really plan on going anywhere else," he responds. "My father lived here, left it to me when he passed." Rose doesn't speak right away, continuing to look around the home. She's been informed about the rocky relationship between Dimitri and his mainly absentee father. They rarely saw each other, him constantly overseas, and with another family he came to learn later on in life. This house was empty when Dimitri first moved into it, and he hired someone to bring in the necessities and nothing else. He didn't plan on staying here long, he planned on selling it off, but it didn't happen, he stayed, though he's not fully sure as to why.

"So, any other rooms you'd like to show me?" She asks with a smirk. He smiles, nodding.

"I do. We have the living room, my office, bathrooms, the master bedroom…" He trails off, waiting for her choice of room, though he already knows the answer.

"I'm thinking the bathroom," she says, surprising Dimitri. She laughs at the slight raise of his eyebrows. "I think I should drop off all my bathroom products before they explode in my bag."

"And which bag would that be?" He asks, walking back over to the two he brought over.

"The black one," she answers, watching Dimitri's tall, full frame as he bends down to pick up the heavy bag.

"How many products have you brought along with you? It's as if you'll be staying for longer than we've scheduled," he comments, motioning for her to make her way up the stairs with him.

"I didn't know what I would need, what we'd be doing. I even brought a swimsuit just in case." He smiles up at her but doesn't comment in response as they walk up the stairs and make a right turn towards the main bathroom. "Jesus," she whispers, looking at the large jacuzzi tub, the blue painted walls, and matching shower curtain. The sink is marbled and everything else is stainless steel. She continues to take in little things as he sets down the bag. "Looks like bringing the suit was a good idea."

"Oh please," he laughs. "As if we'll be wearing anything in that tub."

She laughs in response, crouching down to begin removing her things. He watches her in silence as she takes out shampoo and conditioner, coconut and lavender body wash, multiple face washes and moisturizers. He leans back against the wall, leaning his head back as he watches, thinking that he's the luckiest man in the world. They've only been together in person for less than half an hour, but he's so in love, he fell in love with her before he even knew what she looked like. That sharp wit and sarcastic humor was what drew him in, and it was the compassionate side of her, the parts of her that she slowly came to expose that caused him to feel love. He's thankful to now that so far she's everything that he thought she would be. When she rises from her crouched position, she looks up at him.

"I promise that's it," she jokes, holding two bottles of lotion in her hands.

"Don't worry, I won't kick you out because you enjoy taking care of your body." He steps up towards her, brushing his hand against her soft shoulder. "And I must say, it's been doing wonders for your sweet skin."

"Well, maybe we should head over to that bedroom then..."

"Oh?" He pulls her close, pressing her body against his before lifting her up into his arms. She laughs, wrapping her own arms around his neck as he carries her out of the bathroom and into the room that he's wanted to take her into for a month.