DAY 2

Colette blinked her eyes slowly. Something was different. And then it came rushing back. Dean. Yesterday at his parents' farm, the argument, the confessions, and then, making up in the barn. The getaway. She gave a slight laugh.

"Do you always wake up like that?" Dean sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"You'll have to find out," she said, a thinly veiled invitation. "How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to know that you have nothing to eat in your apartment," he said, running his hand along her side. He couldn't seem to stop touching her. He put his arms under her and pulled her up against his body.

"I wasn't expecting to be home this week, if you remember."

"I remember." He nuzzled her neck. "But I'm glad we are." She was still warm and sleepy and he was beginning to wonder why he got out of bed in the first place.

She walked her fingers up his chest, and followed them with her eyes until they rested just under his lips. "Mmmmm…" She murmured in agreement while she traced his lips lightly with her finger.

He inhaled sharply. "We'll get breakfast later."

…

She was lying on her stomach, tangled in the sheets and dozing, completely satisfied, with no intention of ever moving.

He looked at her and laughed. "Come on, I'm taking you to breakfast."

"I'm sure we've missed breakfast," she said, a dreamy smile on her lips, eyes still closed.

"Not my fault," he told her, "The French are insatiable."

She laughed. "Oh, sure, blame it on me." She languidly left her bed and put on a robe. Then she looked over at the man responsible for her weakness, in more meanings than the obvious one, and rubbed at her eyes with her fingertips so her hands would cover the blush creeping across her cheeks. "Give me a ten minutes."

"You don't need ten minutes. Come here," he took her hand from her face and led her out into her dining room. There were bagels and fruit on the table and he'd made coffee. And there in the center was a small bouquet of flowers.

He gave her one of his boyish smiles. "I snuck out while you were sleeping."

She looked at him with surprise and covered her heart with her hand, thinking it might burst, and trying to desperately maintain any kind of control over the situation, futile as it may be.

She returned his smile with one of her own. "Thank you," she said quietly. "It's perfect."