I watch him open the door slowly. I can feel my breath catch in my throat. As much as I tried I didn't prepare myself fully for this. I know this is a bed idea but I wanted to, needed to, see him. He's all I've been thinking about. As much as I try to keep him off my mind. I shut him out of my life for the better half of four months. I quickly look back down at the book I wasn't really reading.

I look up from the book as he enters the room, "Hi stranger."

He seems out of breath, "You're here, but I thought you…how did you know?"

I chuckle, "You are really stupid if you think that Kitty keeps things from me," I go to stand up, "I just wanted to set…"

He's across the room and his arms are around me before I can finish, "Just don't, whatever you want I will do. Just please, please let me hold you. I," I hear his voice break, "I have missed you so much, so much," he pulls me closer, "I've thought about you every day. I can't stop."

"Remy, let go," I try to push away.

He fights against it, "No, please."

"No really," I push again, "You're holding too tight, I can't breathe."

He lets me go, "Sorry," he cups my cheeks in his hands.

He places a small kiss on my forehead and I can feel myself slowly falling apart inside. All the things I'd worked so hard to let go of come flooding back to me. This was a foolish idea, staying awake to wait for him. He pulls me into him again. One arm wrapping around my waist, the other around my shoulder. He smells so sweet. I hear him inhale deeply, smelling my hair. I wrap my arms around him. God, I missed him so much. I had every intention of telling him off, that I was over him and he meant nothing to me.

"You haven't been eating right, have you," he questions.

I pull away, "That's not really your concern."

His expression is sad and full of regret, "I did this to you. This is because of me. You will never be able to forgive me for this and I don't blame you. Why did you wait up for me?"

I sit back on the bed, "To tell you how much I'm over you and have moved on and a bunch of other things that I rehearsed in my head a million time. But for some reason it doesn't seem that important right now. I'm just, I'm happy you made it home safe. I've, I, well…. I missed you too."

"You look tired," he looks me over for the millionth time, "You haven't been sleeping enough. Go to sleep, we can talk about whatever you want in the morning."

I look up at him, "Yeah. You look tired too. You must be really jet lagged. I'll go so you can sleep."

"No, stay," he sits down next to me, "Please."

He's leaning into me, "Remy."

His eyes close and his face tilts forwards. I turn to face him and realize that he's not leaning in for a kiss, he's falling asleep. His head hits my chest and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I roll him back on the bed then struggle to get him in a comfortable sleeping position. Once positioned I take off his shoes and coat. I cover him and go to leave but turn back to look at him. I shake my head and walk back to the bed, curling up next to him. I feel his breath on my face. Somehow, I feel more relaxed now than I have in quite a few months. I feel him reach out and grab my hand. Before I can rethink my actions, I place a small kiss on his lips.

"Rogue," I hear him say softly, "I love you."

I look down, "Shhh, go to sleep. I'm here."

He pulls me closer, "Someday, somehow, I'm going to make this all up to you."

I close my eyes, "Don't worry about that now."

"I'm gonna marry you some day," he mumbles before I hear his soft snores.

I wake up to the sound of the shower going. I roll over and notice that Remy is no longer next to me. I hear him singing some song in the shower. I pull the covers up around me, snuggling back into the bed. He emerges from the shower a few moments later. He looks at me and smiles. I look away from him. Seeing him half naked is not what I need. He climbs on top of me.

"What's the matter," he nuzzles into me, "You act like you've never seen me naked before."

"You act like I want to see you naked," I feel him put his weight on me.

His lips are against my ear, "Is there someone else you'd rather see?"

I can feel something inside of me tighten, "Maybe there is, maybe there isn't."

He presses his lips to my neck, "What if I wanted to see you?"

I push myself on top of him, "You can see me just fine with my clothes on. I'm going back to the guest room to get a shower and get ready. I should have known that this was all you wanted. I'm sure you've gotten plenty in France, you don't need it from me here. Your words mean nothing."

He grabs my hand, "Wait, I'm sorry. That was wrong of me. I just, I want to be with you. But you're right. After everything I shouldn't have done that. It's not about the sex, it's about being close to you. That's what I want from you, with you."

I kiss his hand, "Right now I can't give you that. Now I really must get ready, picking out a good tree has always been a big deal."

"Rogue," I stop at the door, looking back at him, "You still love me?"

I nod my head, "I never stopped."