After returning from Miami Wilhelmina has a nice tan, but finds herself extremely jet-lagged. She goes to take a bath. In the bathroom she finds an extra toothbrush. In her closet she finds a change of men's clothing, and a pair of size ten men's loafers. She climbs into bed only to realize that it smells like him. She rips apart the bed. Tosses bedclothes everywhere. She grabs her two pillows and heads to the guest bedroom. She opens the closet and pulls out fresh pillow cases. She replaces her pillow cases and crawls into bed in frustration.
He lays in his bed under a sheet, wide awake. He stares at the ceiling thinking about how quiet it is without her. He sees something shiny in the hallway. He climbs out of bed. He picks her watch up off the floor. He wanders into the living room and takes a seat on the couch. He stares at the watch. He leans against the cushion only to find something jabbing him in the back. He moves the pillow and finds her bra underneath. He collapses, face first in the couch. The pillow under his face smells of her perfume. He tosses the pillow across the room. "This sucks," he tells himself.
She wanders into the kitchen and gets a glass of water. Her phone begins vibrating on the counter. She grabs it and looks at the text message. Can't sleep. D. She smiles for a brief second. Heading to bed now. She types back.
He smiles at her text. He takes a deep breath and replies, My bed is pretty lonely. Come over.
Against her better judgement she picks up the phone and dials his number.
"Hello?" he answers.
"I'm in my pajamas," she tells him.
"Describe them to me."
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed," she tells him.
"Ouch."
"Goodnight Daniel," she hangs up.
She heads back to her room, and sheds her robe. She pulls his t-shirt out of her closet and slips it on. She returns to the guest bedroom, but sleep eludes her. An hour later she hears footsteps. A man slips into bed next to her quietly.
"Not tonight," she tells him.
"I thought that you were sleeping," he admits.
"I'm not."
"Why are you in the guest bedroom?"
"It's quiet in here," she lies.
"I see," he kisses her neck.
She rolls over and pushes him away, "Not tonight," she repeats.
He places his hand on her waist. "What are you wearing?" he questions.
"Nothing," she lies.
"Goodnight," he tells her.
When she wakes up his arms are around her. She hear him breathing, and she tries to slip away unnoticed.
"I'm not asleep," he tells her.
She rolls over to look at him. Her eyes search his.
"What?"
"I never agreed to this," she reminds him.
"To what?"
"I never said anything about you sleeping in my bed."
"I apologize."
"You should go."
"Can I shower first? It's almost time for work."
"If you must," she responds coldly.
He leaves her, and goes into the bathroom. The hot water brings him into reality. It feels good on his skin, but not as good as her. He pushes the thought from his mind as he reaches for the soap. The bathroom door opens, and then closes. Seconds later the shower door swings open and she steps in.
"Don't get me wet," she tells him.
He smiles devilishly, "I can't make any promises."
"The water will ruin my hair," she clarifies.
"Don't worry. I'll protect you," he answers.
"Are we going to stand in here in talk or..."
He cuts her off with a kiss.
When she arrives at the office Marc is waiting in her office.
"Yes Marc?"
"You're late," he points out.
"What do you need?" she snarls.
"I just wanted to drop off my piece."
"Why didn't you just email it to me?"
"I did."
"So why are you delivering it in person?"
"I brought you a present," he admits handing her a bag.
She opens the bag and looks inside. She looks up at him. "Really?"
"I thought you might need a couple extra, just so it doesn't burn when you pee."
"If that's all, you can go."
"One more thing."
"What?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Fabulous walk of shame."
"Go," she demands.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"Don't let it happen again."
"So I take it that you saw you know who this morning."
"I saw him on the elevator," she admits.
"Right," he nods.
"Do you need something?"
"No. I'll go. I think that I'm going to grab a muffin."
"Then go."
"You want one?"
"No. What I want is for you to leave me alone."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I fix your problems."
"I don't have a problem."
"You don't?" He stares her down.
She glares back, "He has a toothbrush at my apartment."
"So?"
"My bed smells like him."
"That's bound to happen."
"He has a change of clothes in my closet."
"Why?"
She doesn't reply.
"You're not in a relationship with him are you?"
"No."
"But?"
"His crap is at my apartment."
"So tell him to take it home."
"I don't want to."
Marc gasps. "You did not just say that. You need to see a shrink."
"I'm fine."
"I'm worried about you. I'm fairly certain that Hell just froze over, and I could swear I just saw a pig fly by the window."