I let Eden talk me into buying a few sexy items, even though I had no intention of wearing them. No intention of wearing them and yet I had packed them. Maybe my subconscious had plans it wasn't telling me.

It wasn't until my layover in New York that I started to second guess my decision. I could easily hop on a plane back to LA and forget his whole thing. God, that was tempting. Why hadn't I picked the non-stop flight? This extra time to think was going to be the death of me. I had come this far, might as well keeping going. Push the fear aside and see where it takes me.

I finally arrived in London on Christmas Eve evening, just before dark. After endless hours of travel I must have looked completely haggard, but it didn't even matter at that point. With Rob's address in hand I hailed a cab. This was payback for all the time he'd shown up unannounced on me. Out of nowhere I started to worry about his reaction, something I hadn't really considered before. What if he wasn't happy about the surprise? What if he was with someone? I hadn't talked to him in three days since he was under the impression I was skiing with family. It was entirely possible that he'd met someone in those three days...if he even ventured out which I suspected he didn't.

I held my breath as I stepped out of the cab in front of his apartment. I lugged my two huge bags up to his door, feeling like quite the idiot. I took one last deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Bloody hell." I heard him mutter from inside.

Great, I had already annoyed him. It seemed like an eternity before he opened the door, but the instant he did his eyes lit up, very much like a kid's on Christmas. He rushed me into his arms, forcing me to drop my bags on the steps. I didn't mind. He began to kiss me rough and feverishly, not bothering with sweet tender pecks. These kisses were different from our previous ones, they were rushed and hungry, trying to make up for lost time. The fire they ignited was only intensified by the cold still air around us.

It was minutes before we broke apart, and even then only parting just enough that we were able to speak.

"What are you doing here? This is the last thing I would have expected from you." he gushed excitedly.

"Yeah, I know, but...Merry Christmas!" I locked my arms around his neck.

"It's exactly what I wanted." He smiled and proceed to carry both me and my bags inside and out of the cold.

As soon as the door shut behind us he dropped my bags and gave me another intense kiss before placing my feet on the ground. He kept one arm tightly around my waist, like if he didn't keep me anchored to him I might disappear. I welcomed the closeness, I had been missing it for months and it was almost overwhelming to have it back. I felt a little dizzy actually...jetlag or lust? I wasn't really sure.

He looked a little embarrassed about his place. It was a typical bachelor pad. Dirty clothes on the floor, beer cars littering the coffee table and a stack of empty pizza boxes decorating the kitchen counter. He could afford a maid, why on earth didn't he hire one? Speaking of what he could afford, his apartment was surprisingly small and simple. Living room, kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms, one of which he had turned into an office. The grand tour I was treated to lasted less than a minute.

"I swear I would have cleaned if I knew you coming." he said as he looked down and kicked at the clothes on the floor.

"No, it's kind of nice to see you in your natural habitat, all wild and untamed." I teased, still had to give him a little crap, couldn't let him think I was going all soft on him.

He just shook his head at me. "You've made a long trip to grace me with your presence, let's say I make you something to eat." He flashed his crooked smile as he lead me to the kitchen. I would have followed him anywhere when he smiled at me like that.

I was surprised by his well stocked kitchen, it just didn't fit with the rest of the place. Judging by the amount of pizza boxes I gathered that maybe he just didn't bother to cook for himself. I tided up, against his will, as he cooked. Then we sat together as his little table for two and ate together...Well I practically inhaled my food because he was right, the trip had left me starving, but Rob spent most of the time just watching me.

After dinner we made our way to his couch in his living room where we sat and talked whiling holding each other, just as we had on my couch in my living room months ago. Everything just felt right. We never made it to bed that night, instead falling asleep on the couch in each other's arms. Neither of us wanting to be the first to let go so we just didn't.