I was able to sneak out of bed early in the morning without waking Rob, but I was in no mood for the self-reflection I knew the alone time would bring so I decided to make him breakfast. Scrambled eggs, one of very few things I could cook without sending a kitchen up in smoke.

I didn't notice Rob had gotten up until I felt his arms snake around my waist.

"You're cooking? Wow, you either really like me...or really hate me and you're trying to kill me." He laughed, but his face quickly grew serious. "Or maybe you regret the events of last night?"

"Since when are you so insecure?" I teased. "I assure you the actions of last night were wonderful and I don't regret them one bit, some of the things I said on the other hand..." I slid him a plate of eggs which he looked at hesitantly.

"Well they weren't entirely truthful," I continued. "While I do think you'd be better off finding someone...let's say easier to love, I wouldn't want that. And I don't want you to give up on me either, even though I'm pretty sure I'm a lost cause. I feel like I'm being very selfish taking your time and your love and offering so little in return."

"You offer plenty. I can't believe you still don't see that. You offer stability in my crazy life. You offer a confidant when I can trust so few. And of course, you're never affraid to offer an ego check when I need one." He smiled that crooked smile that melted me every time. "Those are things I haven't been able to find in anyone else and that alone makes you more than worthy of my time and love." He said, never looking away from my eyes. I could have kissed him then if he hadn't finally been brave enough to try the eggs.

My second week in London went much like the first, lots of just sitting talking to Rob. Only now love making was thrown in the mix on occasion...okay, on lots of occasions. I couldn't understand why he still wanted that physical intimacy when I couldn't even grant him the three little words he craved, but I sure as hell didn't complain. Every time was just as magical and earth moving as the first.

On the occasions we drug ourselves off of each other and out of the apartment we did some sight seeing. I'd been to London before, but not since I was a child so Rob felt it was his duty to show me the best of his hometown. He did a good job, I found it to be beautiful and charming, and more importantly not nearly as corrupt and fake as LA.

Rob did get recognized on one of our outings. We had been in a museum when a fan, a giddy little teenager, bound up to him and asked for a hug and a picture with him. He happily agreed, but the nervous tension was clearly visible in his face - at least it was to me. Luckily, that only happened once and I doubted the girl had realized how together Rob and I actually were. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was practically invisible to her. Totally fine by me.

On my last day in town I was finally about to get those cooking lessons from Rob's mom. I'd sent him out on pointless errands that would keep him busy all afternoon so she could come to the apartment and help me surprise him with dinner. She tried to keep it simple with steak and baked potatoes, a meal any man would love she claimed, but even that wasn't without incident. The steaks were slightly charred and I'd burnt my hand pretty badly trying to take the potatoes out of the oven sans oven mitt. But if it was the thought that counts I was still doing alright.

I thanked repeatedly and sent her on her way, promising this wouldn't be my last visit.

I set the little table for two, complete with flowers, candles and a nice bottle of wine. I smiled as it reminded me of our first dinner "date". Very fond memories of that night filled my head until I heard Rob at the door. I rushed to him and overwhelmed by the flood of memories I jumped right into his arms, locking my legs around his waist, and greeting him with a forceful kiss. He started to carry me to the bedroom, which was very tempting, but I had to insist he had his dinner before dessert so I released him.

"Oh no you don't, there's something in the kitchen you have to see first." I objected. He said nothing, just looked at me nervously, probably fearing there had been a fire. Then he saw the set up and a smile lit his face.

"You did this?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Your mom helped with the cooking, but yeah, everything else was all me." I grinned smugly.

"It's wonderful, thank you."

"Might not want to say that until after you taste the food." I laughed.

We ate in near silence. If Rob didn't like the meal he certainly never let on. After dinner we took our wine and commenced our nightly routine, sitting on the couch and talking. He about the annoyance of the tasks I had given to keep him occupied all day and I about my comical cooking experience. We didn't spend as much time talking as we normally would have. We were both too eager to get to the bedroom and truly make the most of our last night together.