She decides to spend the night alone at her place. He probably won't be home until the middle of the night anyway, they both have to get up early the next morning, and there are a few things she wants to take care of in her apartment. Plus, she is actually looking forward to having some me-time.

Not that she regrets not having much time for herself anymore since they got together a little over two months ago. Being with Harvey is definitely her favorite way to spend time. And yet, she has always been someone who needs some time just for herself as well, in order to unwind and recharge her social batteries. And knowing that she will see Harvey again the very next day, she finds the idea of taking a relaxing bath, eating some Sushi, watching an episode of her most favorite comfort show and reading a few chapters in her current book more than appealing.

After getting out of the bathtub she spends the rest of the evening in her pajamas, tucking herself into bed early, and for a few hours, she gets engrossed in a novel, soft jazz music playing in the background, a bunch of candles illuminating her room.

She doesn't hear when Harvey carefully enters her apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible in case she's already asleep. The door to her bedroom is slightly ajar, and for a short moment, he just takes her in, how she's sitting in her bed, completely relaxed, her hair tied up in a messy bun, reading glasses sitting on her nose.

When he enters the room, she immediately looks up, startled. As soon as she realizes it's him, her features relax instantly though, surprise still written all over her face.

"Harvey, hey. I didn't know you were coming over."

"Didn't know either," he shrugs and she arches a brow. "But I had to see you."

Concern washes over her and she asks anxiously "Did something happen?".

"No, no," he reassures her with a light chuckle, sitting down next to her on the bed. "To be honest, I just couldn't stand the thought of spending the night apart." Suddenly he is all sheepish, shyly gazing down to where his fingers fumble with the hem of her blanket. Sometimes, he is still struggling with showing Donna the weak and soft side of him.

She smiles sweetly at him, cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at her. "Then I'm glad you came. I just thought you'd be out much longer. Otherwise, I could have just stayed at your place anyway."

"Yeah, you know … these nights used to last much longer, I was always the last one to leave. Extending the night as much as possible, one round of poker after the other, one drink after another, most times taking a random woman home in the end. Just to spend as little time as possible alone."

Donna makes a face, jokingly quirking a brow at him, but lets him continue.

"But then, today, when one of the guys announced that he would call it a day because his wife was waiting for him at home … I remembered that now I'm not alone anymore either. Now someone's waiting for me to come home, too - although today not literally, but you get what I mean. And honestly … I like that. I love having someone to come home to. I love coming home to you."

Donna is left speechless, internally snickering as she realizes that this happens quite often lately. She just stares at him in astonishment, her eyes glistening with emotion.

"Too much?" Harvey hesitantly asks, struggling to read the look on Donna's face.

She huffs, striking a soft tone, her thumb stroking his cheek. "No, not at all. I love you coming home to me, too."

Pulling him down to her, they start kissing then, long and slow and all-consuming. Taking their time to explore each other, to revel in each other's taste and the bliss of the moment.

"Let me go to the bathroom real quick, okay?" he whispers against her lips when they eventually part.

"Okay."

She follows him with her gaze, smiling like a silly teenager in love. When he returns only a few minutes later, clad in nothing but his boxers, she places her book and glasses on the nightstand, ogling him up and down, and he smirks.

"You know," he joins her on the bed, looking all earnest when he takes her hand in his, "this might be a good moment to ask you something."

Her eyes widen in a mixture of amusement and shock, for the time he accidentally proposed to her is still vivid in her memory.

"Harvey …"

"No worries, I'm not trying to propose again." They both start giggling and Donna prepares for a sassy reply but is left with nothing but a wide smile on her face when he adds "Not yet, at least."

"Then what is it?"

"Well … What do you think about moving in together?"

"Moving in together?" she asks in a way that reminds him all too well of the time she asked him love about me?

"Yeah, I mean … we both enjoy coming home to each other, we both don't like spending the night apart and we spend most of our time at either your or my place anyway. So I thought we might as well make two places one and turn it into a real home for us."

She beams at him. "Okay, let's do this."

"Really? It's not too soon?"

"Yes, really. And no, I think we've wasted enough time."

This time it's him who pulls her in for a searing kiss.

Later, when he is lying on his back, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm safely draped around her frame, he asks "So, we're really doing this? Building our home?"

"Our home … I like the sound of that."