When I woke up the next morning, in my bed. In Guy's arms, I could hardly believe what had happened. I stared up at the ceiling for a moment wondering what I'd done. I love my apartment. I love my life. 'I agreed too fast,' I thought. 'I'm throwing away everything I love about where I am right now and all of the progress I've made in being a truly strong and independent woman, and I'm running back to my boyfriend…' My boyfriend. Guy was more than that. All of my memories were tied to him. I turned to face his closed eyes. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. His blonde hair fell onto his face in little tufts. His arms had gotten bigger since the last time I'd seen him. I ran my hands up and down his bicep. He stirred a bit, gasping as he woke, with his face so close to mine.

I'd never been happier to see his hazel eyes look back at my brown ones.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, wrapping his arm around me again and pulling me in close. "I was worried I would wake up and this would all be a dream."

"I know," I replied, my voice small. I still had butterflies in my stomach.

"So you didn't plan on going back with the team today?" I asked. We hadn't had much time last night to hammer out the details. After we pulled ourselves together, we came straight back to my place and, well, there wasn't much talking.

"No," Guy replied. "I planned to stay anyway. I need to see my mom."

Guy's mom still lived in St. Paul, and had been on and off hard drugs for a long time. Her small house, near the edge of downtown, was paid for now, thanks to Guy, but she just never seemed to be able to get it together.

"I could go with you," I offered.

"No, no worries. We can meet up later. Let me take you out to dinner. On a real date."

"OK," I replied, smiling a wide, goofy smile. But neither of us moved. I never wanted to move. I wanted to live in my bed in Minneapolis and have Guy deliver me food.

But, he eventually got up claiming that he had to pee. And then he asked if he could borrow my car.

"Our hotel is by the airport, so my plan was to just head there with everybody else, but then break off and rent a car."

"Yeah, sure," I replied. I didn't have any plans for the day. Except, I suppose, to call Gordon.

"I should head over there. I gotta make sure my roommate doesn't check out with all my stuff still in the room."

"Don't go," I whined.

"I'll see you later," Guy promised, smiling, and pulling my hair back from my ears in the same way he used to. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I watched him leave. And then I was alone again, and there was absolutely no evidence that Guy Germaine had ever been in this apartment. Except I could still smell him. Maybe I didn't have to call Bombay today, I thought. Maybe I could wait until Monday.

I decided to call Julie instead.

"Hey," she answered after two rings. "Can I call you back?"

"No," I replied.

"Connie, I'm in the middle of trying on wedding dresses with my mom."

"Well I slept with Guy last night."

"Hold on," Julie said. I imagined her unfastening some ridiculous wedding dress and putting her clothes back on so that she could walk outside, away from her mother, and talk to me about this.

About two minutes later when she picked up the phone again, she told me to start from the beginning.

"Julie, I know I planned to have this totally rational conversation with him. About all the progress I'd made and all the things I've done since we've been apart. But, watching him play, my heart just melted, and when he came to talk to me afterwards, everything I'd planned to say just flew out the window. We talked about how we haven't changed, and how we don't feel complete without each other. And then I said, just like, basically out of no where, that I would move to LA so that we could give our relationships another shot."

"Well, do you want to do that?"

"Yes…"

"Then why are you freaking out?"

"Because it all just seems too easy."

I could see Julie rolling her eyes. "Moving across the country to start a whole new life and work out all of your issues isn't going to be easy. Does that make you feel better?"

"Well…"

"You know why you're not freaked out?"

"Why?"

"Because you're Connie freaking Moreau," Julie said. "You're the bravest girl I know. You're the same girl who played hockey with the boys in high school. They don't even let girls do that anymore. You don't half-ass things. You for them, and you know what? It pays off. It's going to be hard, but if this is what you want, it's going to be worth it."

Julie was right, but I was still scared. After we hung up, I moved on to crying in the shower and walking around my apartment, stewing and practicing what I might say to Gordon, or what I was going to say next to Guy.

And after about five hours, I still had no idea.

AN: I heard you guys in the reviews! This story originally only had one more chapter & an epilogue...but now there might be some extra drama. Will Connie move to LA or won't she?! Aaaaahhhh...