"What have I done?" That's the first thing David wondered as he stood in Rose's kitchen pouring himself some coffee. Guilt flooded his aching heart and though last night was everything to him deep down he knew Rose was never going to feel the same way about him as he did her. Making the whole beautiful experience just a one night stand and nothing more.

Just then he heard a soft happy moan and arms reaching around his bare torso, a soft kiss placed on his back. He glanced down at Rose as he turned around putting his arm around her. "Mm, morning." She smiled. Her hair was a mess and she wore a football jersey that hung past her knees and a pair of shorts.

"Hi," He replied. She nuzzled his side, her soft blond hair giving him goosebumps. David cleared his throat. "Uh, sleep well?" Rose bit her lower lip. "I think you know the answer to that." She said flirtatiously running her finger along the rim of his boxers. He lowered his head blushing. She pulled back slowly and looked at him thoughtfully. "I meant to say last night was-"

"I've got to get dressed and go." David interrupted quickly putting his cup down. Rose frowned. "Why? We don't have class, today," She smiled tracing his arm with her fingers. "So you're welcome to stay as long as you want."

David's heart was breaking. He shook his head. "I can't. I've got a client waiting for a painting and I've got to call Sammie back." Both were true but he really just wanted to leave before he started feeling worse.

Rose nodded with some disappointment. "Okay."

He smiled politely and headed to the bedroom. "David?" She said. He paused. "Yeah?" "Don't forget your glasses." Rose smiled shyly.

David smiled sadly and nodded then went to get dressed.

Rose grinned taking the cup he had been using and pressed her lips against the rim taking a sip. She briefly closed her eyes remembering his lips on hers.

Last night was wonderful, every touch, caress, kiss and word spoken was beyond special. This was not just a shag. Last night had meaning and heart, she felt the love in everything he did and she hoped he felt the same thing from her.

She smiled. This could be a whole big step for them both and that excited her.

But as the week continued she noticed David was acting strange. He wasn't noisy or manic when he worked on his art. When she called him his conversations were brief and he always apologizing and she swore he was even avoiding looking at her.

Something was wrong. This wasn't like him. So finally Rose knocked on his door. It opened and he stood there in jeans and an old work shirt with paint splatters and a paint brush in his hand. He looked at her slightly flustered. "Rose, hi," He said. "What are you doing here?"

Rose shrugged. "I was hoping to talk." "About?" He replied nervously. She smiled shyly. "Well, the other night." David looked uncomfortable. "I'm kind of busy." "Oh, well, can we talk while you work?" Rose asked.

"Um, I can't, sorry." He stuttered. She frowned concerned. "David, is something wrong?" "No," He replied briskly. "I-I just can't talk, right now," He lowered his eyes almost ashamed. "I'll talk to you later." David said softly. He gave a small smile before closing the door.

Rose stood there confused and staring at his door.

David tried to go back to his painting but he couldn't. He was too mad at himself. He bitterly tossed the brush on the floor and plopped onto the couch feeling miserable. How were they going to recover from this?

Suddenly the phone rang. "What now?" David muttered. He groaned under his breath before answering. "Hello?"

"David?" It was Sammie.

"Sammie, hi," He winced realizing he forgot to call her back. "Hi, where you've been?" She asked curious. "I'm sorry. I've been busy," He apologized. "What's up?"

"Nothin' much," She replied. "But I got a letter addressed to you by mistake." "Oh, what does it say?" He asked. He heard an envelope ripping.

There was brief period of silence before Sammie exclaimed. "David, it's from Torchwood Academy, you've been accepted!"

His eyes widen. "Seriously," He grinned sitting up. "How? I never submitted an application." "Apparently your last client works there and everyone was so impressed with your sculpture that he decided to enroll you," She said excitedly. "They want you to call them to set up an appointment for an interview." She added.

David was thrilled. This was a dream come true! Torchwood was a very prestigious arts and design school. It meant he had to move but what an opportunity!

David quickly jotted down the phone number then thanked her before hanging up. He couldn't believe it! His first instinct was to tell Rose but quickly realized he couldn't. He sighed rubbing his eyes suddenly feeling deflated. It used to be so easy to talk to her but now it was hard and it was his fault.

He had always been in love her with her but was willing to settle for friendship but even he had manged to mess that up. David wished things could go back to the way they used to be. He glanced at the phone number and realized maybe leaving would be the best thing.