Hey everyone. Thanks a lot for your reviews. I'm actually quite pleased about this chapter. I have written it at 1:30 AM and to my surprise I have made it to almost a thousand words.

Shocked faces everywhere Yes I know, I couldn't believe it myself either…lol. I've tried to describe their feelings for each other better, and I think that will be good for the story. So please: read and review. Thanks again to all the reviewers and for the ones who wished me luck on the exam: thank you very much!!!!!

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Rory woke up to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. She opened her eyes and found herself, alone, in a very large bed in a very large room. For a second she didn't know where she was, but then it all came back to her. Tristan. She was actually kind of relieved that he had already gotten up. The biggest part of the awkward situation that was bound to take place was already over.  Rory just remained in bed, thinking about how to face Tristan. She was a bit embarrassed because of her actions last night. She had never been such a baby, and now she had gone to Tristan to seek comfort. It had been the second time in 12 hours. Somehow, her attitude towards him had changed. She didn't know how or when it happened, but it had. The big defensive wall that she always used when he was around was slowly beginning to disappear. She was getting vulnerable, she knew it. Maybe the stubborn Rory Gilmore was starting to give in to Tristan Dugrey's charm, but somehow she didn't care. Letting out a big sigh, she searched for something to read.

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Meanwhile, the object of Rory's thoughts was walking around in the kitchen, making breakfast. He had woken up before her, and was shocked by his feelings. It was indescribable what happened to him the moment he opened his eyes and saw Rory lying next to him, fast asleep. And right at that moment, he knew that he wanted it for the rest of his life. Just to wake up and find her next to him. He had stared at her for a few minutes, knowing that if she woke up the fairytale would be all over. For now, he could enjoy the sensation of Rory lying next to him, in his bed. That she had let her guard down around him, and was sleeping peacefully.

After a while, he had gotten up very quietly, hoping not to disturb her in her sleep. He knew that if she woke up and found him next to her, she would be very embarrassed because of the situation. He knew that she was innocent, for Christ sake, he didn't call her Mary for no reason! He didn't want to provoke her and so he left the bedroom and went downstairs to make some breakfast. He knew that he would have to deal with the awkward situation later, after all they had slept in the same bed and he knew Rory would see it as a big deal.

So did he, but for different reasons than he knew Rory did. He had slept in the same bed as the girl he loved. She had slept in the same bed as the boy she despised.

There was a big difference there.

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When breakfast was ready, Tristan put it all on a tray and walked upstairs. He was hoping that she was already awake. He didn't want to see the look of shock on her face when the first thing she saw when she woke up was him. He couldn't handle it. When he slowly opened the door and walked in, he saw Rory sitting up in bed with a book in her hand. She looked up at him and he knew in an instant that she was nervous.

"Hey there, Mary. I made you some breakfast." Tristan said, trying to break the ice.

"Wow, you sure know how to make my day. You even made me coffee!" Rory replied, putting her book aside. Tristan let out a sigh of relief; she had understood what he was trying to do. The annoying tension was gone and he handed her the cup of steaming coffee.

She thankfully accepted it and started to drink it immediately.

"God woman, I can't see how you can drink that. It's bloody hot, you know that right?"

"I know, but I like coffee. By the way, I already found out one of your favorite writers." She picked up the book that was next to her on the bed. "Hemmingway…huh…interesting."

She smiled.

So did he. They both knew that the moment was there. They had to talk about it.

"Tristan…about last night…I'm sorry I…" Rory started, but she was soon interrupted by Tristan.

"It's OK, Mary. You were scared and I can imagine. It must have been pretty scary when you're in a strange surrounding and the weather is as nasty as it was yesterday. So don't worry please, and don't feel embarrassed because there's no need to.

And you know, I really didn't mind, Mary, having you in my arms."

A pair of blue eyes looked at him with wonder. They were searching for any sign that he was joking about that last comment. After all, she had expected him to make at least a few sexual tinted remarks about last night. She searched for the mocking tone in his voice. But she didn't find anything. He was dead serious.

Tristan instead wanted to smack himself. How could he have been so stupid? Everything was going fine, he wanted to make her feel comfortable again, and what does he do? He makes a comment like that. He was sure that she would hate him even more now.

But then she answered with a soft voice:

"And I didn't really mind being hold by you, Tristan."

To say he was shocked would be a huge understatement. She was amazing. How does she do that? Always saying things that take me by surprise?

They were both silent for a while but then Rory said, before taking a sip of her coffee:

"So Tristan, tell me about Hemmingway…"

They both smiled.

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And that's it for now. I hope you liked it, let me know! Bye now!