Before I even opened my eyes, I knew what I had done. I could feel Chuck's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his naked body. The night before had been one of the best nights of my life, comparable to even the good times when he acted as though I was the only person who mattered to him. He'd made love to me tenderly, slowly, like everything was back to normal. He'd showed me that he wanted me last night, but today was a new day. The question was, had his feelings changed?

Cautiously, I moved my body towards the edge of the bed, trying not to wake Chuck. I needed a moment to myself, to think about how to handle my current situation. As many times as I'd promised myself that I wouldn't do this again, I'd gone and done it anyway. But he'd said this time would be different, we would be different. It was all I had, to give me some sort of hope for the future, his words were all I could hang onto. Everywhere else in my life I had control, or at least the illusion of control, but when it came to anything involving Chuck, that "control" was gone. Here, Chuck could hurt me.

Still thinking, I walked into the bathroom and splashed some cool water onto my face. I was so busy trying not to freak out that I didn't hear Chuck walk up behind me. So, I was especially surprised when he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my shoulder.

"Morning." he said, moving a piece of hair from my left shoulder to my right.

"Hi."

He immediately sensed something in my voice and turned me around to face him, I saw that he had gotten up and put on a pair of boxers before coming into the bathroom to greet me. But, no matter how he was dressed, I avoided his eyes and looked at the ground, but he took my chin in his hand and lifted my face to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"We need to talk about what happened in St. Barth's." I sighed.

"Blair," he groaned, letting me go. "Nothing happened. When are you going to believe me?"

"When we sit down and you explain it to me. 'Nothing happened' isn't good enough anymore. Tell me what did happen, you owe me that much." I said, following him back into the bedroom.

Laughing, he turned around and gazed at me with cold eyes.

"I don't owe you anything. The only reason you believe what you do is because, like always, you assumed."

Running a hand through my hair, I realized that the love from last night was gone and the old Chuck Bass had returned.

"Can you act like a human being for two minutes? If you want this to go anywhere, you can't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"Play this game with me! One second, you're all over me, then the next, you turn into this robot with no feelings. I need you to pick a side, either you're with me or you're not."

"Why are you bringing this up?"

"Because I'm not eighteen anymore! The games were fun when we were in school, but-"

"This is how we are with each other, I must have missed the memo that said you'd changed."

Turning from him, I took a breath and blinked anway the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes. I would not cry in front of Chuck, I couldn't let him know that his words had effected me.

"Okay Bass," I said, turning back to him. "I'm done."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he questioned.

"It means that you need to make a choice, right now. Either we're together and you get all the perks of a relationship, which includes sex with me, or we're not and you get out."

When had I become so bold? Standing up to Chuck Bass was not something I did, at all, and honestly it felt nice.

"So this is you giving me an ultimatum?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. "You forget whom you're talking to Waldorf."

"Bass, be serious, I'm standing here, asking if you want to be with me. I'm asking you, do you love me?"

Whoa. That last question just shot out of my mouth before I could actually think of what I was saying. Though it was reasonable for someone in my position to ask a question like that, it was too forward for the Chuck that I knew. The one that I hadn't seen or spoken to in four years, I knew him and I knew that he liked to play .

"So do you or don't you?" I pressed as his dark brown eyes gazed into mine.

"I think," he said, raising an eyebrow. "We should talk about what happened in St. Barth's."

"Don't change the subject-"

"I'm not. You wanted to know and now, I'm going to tell you. Then you can decide whether or not you want anything to do with me." he said, pulling me to the couch and sitting me beside him.

"I thought "nothing happened"."

"Waldorf would you just let me tell you what happened?"

"Fine. Go ahead." I said, leaning back into the couch.