"Hey, baby.." he whispered. April lowered her gaze, tracing small circles on her thigh, as Roger pushed her hair forward, over her shoulder. "Baby?" she repeated innocently. "Can't I call you that?" Roger asked, his lips brushing against the back of April's neck in a slow, sweet kiss. She tilted her head forward, hiding her frown. "Why would you want to?" Roger sighed, pressing his face against April's back. She could feel his breath, warm through the shirt, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his answer. "April, when I said I loved you, last night.. I didn't just say it because we were.. I mean, I said it because I meant it." April rolled her eyes, muscles rippling beneath her skin as she twisted around in Roger's arms. "Yeah, right." she said, glancing down at him. "April, I'm not lying!" Roger insisted. "If I didn't love you, I would have left while you were asleep." April climbed over Roger, ducking under his comforter as she stared at him. "Roger, you ass, you know you wouldn't leave. This is your bedroom." she reminded him blankly.

Roger's lips parted in a slight smile, and he moved to lie next to April, slipping an arm around her. "Well, how about you?" he demanded. "How about me what?" April snapped, slightly irritated. "Why did you stay all night?" Roger asked. The pretty girl bit her bottom lip, turning onto her side so that her back was facing Roger. His rough hands moved along her arms comfortingly, and he sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just.. don't understand why you won't believe me. I really, really like you." he tried to explain, his voice going soft. April rolled over onto her back, inhaling sharply before speaking. "I just get the feeling that you say this to every girl you sleep with. I mean, why me? Why now? It feels like you just want to make up for using me." When the last two words slipped from her mouth, unchecked, Roger drew back as if he had been slapped. "Using you?" he asked breathlessly. "You think I'm using you?" April sighed again, realizing that her language had hurt him. "I should go.." she whispered, slipping from the bed fluidly.

She moved around Roger's bedroom, gathering her things. When she reached the door, she turned to look at him. He was now standing in the middle of his own room, pants pulled up around his waist, watching her. "If I didn't love you," he called, "would I make you breakfast?" April folded her arms across her chest. "Rog.. you didn't make me breakfast." Roger stepped forward, holding his arms out invitingly. "But I could!" he told her. April laughed, moving into Roger's arms forgivingly. "Remember last time you made food? Mark got food poisoning, and not even Henry would eat the leftovers." Roger kissed April's forehead, smiling. "But Henry's a cat. See, if we had a dog.." April lifted a hand to cover Roger's mouth, shaking her head. "We're not getting a dog!" she cried. Trying to change the subject, she tugged on his hand. "Come on, boy, we'll get breakfast at the Life." Roger stuck his tongue out stubbornly, before leaning down to kiss April's mouth. "No. Not yet." he decided.