The night ended with them in bed. Since they discovered the feel of each other's body, there has never been a time when they did not long to feel that again even after they have just done it several times.

Back in his own bed in his own apartment, Chandler caught himself smiling. I am happy. I am genuinely happy, finally! This is what it feels like not to be hopeless, awkward and desperate for love! which he often felt even in those times when he had relationships. In fact, he felt more awkward and insecure when he was in a relationship with those women!

Never has anyone filled his thoughts like this - when he wakes up in the morning, on the way to work, at work, on the way home, before he closes his eyes to sleep. Oh my God, I don't think I can ever go back to seeing her as a mere friend again! I will die if I ever see her with another man - the mere thought kills me!

He rose from his bed and walks back at Apartment 20, whose front door was left unlocked.

Mon?… Monica?… a voice called from outside her bedroom door.

Still naked in bed, Monica reached for her robe before coming to the door.

Chandler? What are you doing here? I mean, you were just here about 20 minutes ago.

I just gotta talk to you.

What is it?

Look, I've been thinking a lot about you, about us, about this setup and I know we still have a few weeks before this is over…. and…

And?

I don't know how to say this but, ahhmmm…I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore… Well, I won that game and now, you're free. You don't have to act like my girlfriend.

What? You're breaking up with me?

Yes!

Why?

Chandler stands up, places his hands inside his pockets and paces the floor. Look, I know I'm not the guy who can knock you off your feet or the guy you dream of having as a boyfriend. You made that pretty clear in Montauk. But the longer we do this, I'm afraid I wouldn't ….

Wouldn't what?

I'm afraid, I wouldn't wanna let you go… He pulls out one hand and runs it through his hair. There I said it.

Monica sits at the foot of the bed, pulling Chandler by his arm to sit in front of her. She holds his face in both hands, his ears between her fingers and noticed his ears turning red that made her smile.

I've been thinking a lot about you, too. And in Montauk, I never said, you're not boyfriend material! Monica pausing to give Chandler time to recall what she said then. Chandler, I don't want you to let me go. And if you'll have me, I'd love to be your girlfriend… beyond 30 days…

You - you - you want to be my girlfriend… you mean, I can be your boyfriend beyond 30 days?

Monica nodding and smiling

But what about the boyfriend you've been dreaming about? I mean, I'm not Richard or Pete… I'm just Chandler.

Chandler, if after those nights at the hotel in the presence of your workmates, and just a few minutes ago on this very same bed, you still don't know that you have knocked me off my feet, then I must've been doing a terrible job being your girlfriend!

Oh my God! Was all Chandler could say. He felt like his heart leapt out of his chest. Monica stood up from the bed and when Chandler was about to stand, too, she stopped him by putting her hand on his chest and pushing him back down. She stepped backwards, making sure Chandler fixes his eyes on her. She pulls the tie of her robe slowly then turns around. She turned her head sideways and sees the look of anticipation and excitement on his face.

She loosened her robe and revealed a tiny portion of her left shoulder, then she shifts to the right, pulling her robe slowly downwards showing her shoulder blades. And when she let go of her grip of her entire robe and it fell on the floor, she saw Chandler's eyes and mouth wide open.

He has touched her body, kissed and sniffed every bit of it but this is the first time that he is seeing her totally naked and Oh…my… God!… she is soooo perfect! Oh, my God! She is going to let me see everything! But as she turns around again, she dims the light and walks towards him. She places one knee on the bed between his legs, pushes him down to lay on his back. He was about to touch her when she stops him -keep your hands on the bed, baby. She whispers to his ear. Monica unbuttons his pajama shirt and traces his body lightly with her fore and middle fingers - from the chest to his navel. Chandler closes his eyes, biting his lips savoring the moment, trying his hardest not to touch her. Monica can hear him moan and can feel his muscles clench. She pulls his pants down with him lifting himself a bit making it easy for her to take it off of him completely. He can feel his hard on still trapped in his briefs. She traces it as well with her fingers and he felt it press hard against the cloth as if trying to escape.

She places kisses on his thigh, then the other avoiding the spot where he wanted to be touched the most. Oh my God, I think Monica is trying to kill me! he said in his head. She moves to sit on his stomach, her legs on each of his side. He can feel how wet she is already but waits. She is taking him to places he's never been before. She kisses his chest, sucking his nipples and works her up to his neck, then to his chin then to his lips - the only spot he was allowed to respond. And he kisses back, sucking her mouth and chasing after it when she would pull back. She moves up a little sitting almost on his chest and offers her nipple to her mouth. He puts out his tongue, barely touching it. Oh, you are such a tease, honey! He said. I am! She admitted. Then she lets him suck it then offers the other one to do the same. She slides back down his torso, now sitting on his thighs. She pulls down his briefs that revealed him fully erect. She lifts herself and holds his hard on and guides it inside of her, both of them screaming of pleasure. All of him inside of her as they rock both their bodies in a perfect rhythm. Chandler couldn't hold it in any longer, she held Monica's waist and supported her back with his hand so they can exchange places without detaching. Underneath him, Monica smiles and as he slips in and out of her body, it is now his turn to take her to places only the two of them would know. They moan and scream into each others ears, the bed creaking, the sound of his coming and going inside of her, the panting are things he is only able to hear making love to her, having sex with her, and making love to her again. He now sees the difference. With her, it is not just sex, it is making love and it is not just making love with her, it is this wonderful, amazing, fantastic sex!