"When you said that my prince charming exists did you have someone in mind?" He fought to stay calm. He didn't need her to find out about his feelings. She didn't need that on top of everything else. He shrugged and she rolled over slightly to look up at him from where she lay on his chest.
Her eyes still had the faint mask of sleep and her hair was tousled from her tossing and turning. His chest was protesting that very same tossing and turning as well as a spot on his side where she must have elbowed him in her sleep. But with that look on her face, she looked so vulnerable, it made him want to just bend down and claim those lips...
"Not really." He said, trying to force his mind off of that topic.
"What about you?" She asked, her golden eyes boring into him, and he tried to fight the color that was draining from his face.
"What about me?" He asked, trying to force his voice to sound normal. She couldn't have found out. He didn't want to go through all this now.
"You looking for that type of woman?" She asked, and he laughed, not out humor, but out of sheer relief.
"I've just about given up." He told her, shifting again on the pillows, propping himself up on one arm to look down at her.
"Hmm, last I heard you still had that Dr. What's-her-face the media mogul as arm candy." he shrugged.
"She's arm candy that can hold an intelligent discussion, but we're just friends." It was the truth.
"Sex that bad?" She teased and he shook his head.
"No, we just didn't click." She smirked. It was the truth, no woman compared to the one currently curled against him. Renee had come close, but only because they were so similar, headstrong, passionate, willing to let nothing get in their way, and they looked so similar, different enough, but similar enough as well.
"I'm ready to give up myself. One night stands for the rest of my life are looking quite appealing." He grinned at her as she stifled a yawn against his chest.
"That sounds like a very good idea." He agreed. One night stands, it didn't matter if your mind wasn't on the person you were with. One night stands there were no feelings involved, dinner, drinks, maybe some conversation and then on to the purpose of the evening. And you never had to see them again.
She laughed and they lapsed into silence again, until his stomach broke it with a low rumble. She grinned, and reached out for the phone. "I think breakfast sounds like an even better one." She said dialing the number for room service. She rolled off of him to make the call leaving the spot on his chest where her head had lain strangely cold.
He swung out of the bed and started to get up but felt an arm wrap around him, holding him there. He made no move to keep on getting up, and instead sat back down on the bed until she hung up the phone. "They said we're better off going downstairs." She said, and met his eyes. He knew that look, there was something else she wanted to say.
"Garret-" She began and he waited expectantly for the rest. "when you said that I need someone who'll love me unconditionally, you did have someone in mind didn't you." No, this was not something he wanted to be thinking about.
He knew that look, it was the same one that he swore had driven Woody away. It was hurt, a little remorseful, and even held traces of pity. But he wasn't the boy, he wasn't going to push her away for it. He tried to think of a way to avoid the question. "Didn't you?" She asked again, and he opened his mouth and closed it again.
"Maybe." Was all he managed to come up with.
"It was you, wasn't it?"