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This time she manages to sleep in. There is no little voice telling her that they shouldn't be spending the night together. In contrast, she is quite comfortable in his arms for the duration of the night. She expects to wake with his arms wrapped securely around her, like they fell asleep.

But when the light shines in through her bedroom curtains rousing her she reaches out and finds cool sheets. Just my luck, I finally get comfortable to spend the night with a man, and he decides that is too much for him. She curses her luck.

Just then the door swings open and he smiles down at her. "Morning, love," he says full of cheer. He is carrying a tray with two plates of pancakes and two cups of coffee.

"Mhmmm…" she says getting wafts of the breakfast as he sets the tray down. "I could get used to this, Jones," she warns teasingly.

"That's the plan, Swan," he replies without one hint of a tease.

She ignores the comment, because if she is really honest with herself it is terrifying that she could be getting that comfortable with a man.

They watch the news and check emails on their phones in silence. She doesn't want him to leave, but Neal is dropping Henry off early today so he will be able to make his soccer game.

She isn't sure how to tell him, so she settles for the direct approach. "As much as I could get used to this, Killian, I don't think my son would be comfortable at all." She blushes. She is worried about how her baggage (as she is sure he would think of Henry) makes him feel.

He smiles understandingly. "I think you're probably right. It isn't the best idea to introduce your son to me in the midst of our post-coital morning bliss. But Emma…"

"Yeah," she is tense, not sure what is hanging at the end of that sentence. There may never be a good time? This is the last time whatever this is is going to happen?

"Don't be stranger this time."

She isn't sure what exactly he means, until she notices that he has slipped a business card from his wallet onto her nightstand. He isn't pushing her, but is definitely making sure she knows she can reach out and it will be well received.

He stoops and kisses her chastely on the lips. "Goodbye for now, Swan." With that he slips out of her bedroom and out of her apartment; she hears the front door click shut behind him.

Not even ten minutes later, she hears the knock announcing her son's arrival with his father. Perfect timing, she thinks. She has just had time to slip a robe on over her T-shirt and lounge pants and attempt to smooth her sex mussed hair.

When she opens the door, it becomes immediately apparent that she didn't clean up as well as she thought. Henry is excited to see her and already launching into a crazy tale of their trip to the zoo, but Neal is shooting her a very dirty look from beneath raised eyebrows.

She can't help but think that it looks good on him. What is that? Jealousy?

He says bye to Henry and leaves without saying a word to her. Well that could have been more awkward, she thinks.