A/N: Belated Happy Easter! I guess I'm back. Thank you so much for all your reviews! I'm sorry for leaving you hanging there a bit. I hope you're still there looking out for what's in store for our two lovebirds. And because it took me so long to update, this chapter is twice longer. :D I hope you like it, because I really loved writing it.

MONICA'S POV

Well, it's been two months since we arrived here in the little town. I am now finishing up this special casserole I prepared for the occasion. The thing is; Phoebe suggested that we celebrate this little milestone. Of course, we're not celebrating the fact that I've been clueless about everything about myself for this long. We're celebrating the fact that we didn't get worse from that accident, and that we discovered great company in such an unfortunate situation. Just as I suspected, Phoebe is such an amazing friend. Sure, she may have some oddities which she firmly lives by, and they might be extreme at times, but who doesn't have their own quirks?

I'm just grateful that I woke up with very helpful and caring people who treat me as if I am their family. Huh, family. We still haven't contacted my family. Rather, rephrase that. Chandler doesn't want me to contact our families. Every time I ask him something even subtle about them, he gets in a very bad mood and rudely brushes off my question. It has now come to a point where I just gave up and quit asking. After all, I should have known by now how impatient Chandler can be. So I just went along. He doesn't really like it when I ask him all sorts of questions about our life back in New York. And he's not shy on expressing how he dislikes my questioning. Those are the moments when I wonder how I even got to marrying such a man. Then again, when he cools off, he turns into some other kind of person who suddenly is so attentive and caring.

I truly hope that I get back those memories soon. It's very difficult relying on other people's claims about you. Yet, I remain afraid. That's why I settle for this crazy situation of mine. I accept everything they say about me – everything that Chandler makes me to be. When I finally know the real me, will I even like the person who apparently is who I ought to be? It's hard to find answers when you don't know what you're looking for.

Now, let's talk about the less complicated part of my life (or at least what I ought to believe); my relationship with Chandler. Despite the tense relationship I have with him, I'm thankful that I woke up having him. He gave me a sense of stability – that I have something or someone to live for; that I have the first piece to fit in the puzzle I'm trying to figure out. Since we were on the topic of his grumpiness; ever since I talked to him about it, he got less moody. In fact, he became sweeter. And I mean: really sweeter. He just doesn't recognize that I am his existing wife every once in a while, but rather he gives the extra effort of telling 'sweet nothings' to me. He just suddenly comes up to me and says 'you look beautiful today' or 'don't forget: I care about you so much'. He still hasn't told me the L-word yet. Or did he? I vaguely remember the love talk coming up one night. Although, I felt the hint of truth in his words, it still wasn't the intensity I was looking for. I mean, if he loves me, he should tell me that he loves me. Actions speak louder than words, they say… but it doesn't hurt to hear it now and then, right?

Now let's go back to his sweetness. You already know that Chandler would always hold me close to him when we go to sleep. But now, it got better. He would kiss my head and tell me 'good night'. Does it bother me that he doesn't kiss me on the lips? I would be lying if I said no. But, then again, I like where we are now. I'm sure before everything went spiraling down, we shared good – no-no: great kisses and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I would at least have some proof. I tell you, Chandler is a great kisser – amazing, if I must say. I find myself lingering sometimes when I think about that one long kiss we shared. And the other day, he just came up to me and asked if I wanted to go out. He asked me on a 'date'. Why would I say no to that? Apparently, he would just like to go out – in front of our house. Don't get me wrong, there was something out there. He set up a little picnic for us and when he showed it to me he was just standing there with his hands on his back and a shy look on his face. I found it adorable.

"So?"

"This is nice."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course, this is great."

"Okay. That's good to hear. So, if you'd just lay down here and take a look at the entrees…"

We sat down on the cloth that was just enough to fit us and the food. He handed me a napkin and carefully placed it on my lap. The setting sun was a perfect view and the cool summer breeze was drifting, giving us the perfect setting.

"I guess calling them entrees was a bit of an oversell. So here are a number of breads that you may pair up with these different meat slices. There's pastrami, bologna, ham, everything else. Oh, and I have veggies here too. And look, I got dressings." He said enthusiastically.

"And for drinks, I hope you like cranberry juice."

I just smiled back at him and started making my sandwich.

"Oh, I ruined it didn't I. I'm sorry this is the best dinner date I could come up with." He made air quotations when he said 'date'.

"No, Chandler. This is wonderful. I appreciate all of this. You don't always get this thoughtful and I treasure the times you do. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And thanks for agreeing to go out with me." He made a little laugh.

"Sorry for not having appetizers, we got dessert though – maple candy!" He said excitedly.

Needless to say, it was a good date. A good first date. Well, it felt like our first date. I would like to believe that our real first date turned out great – because why else would we be holding out for each other for a year of marriage? I realized that I must have made a damn fine decision of marrying him.

CHANDLER'S POV

I know what you're thinking – whatever happened to keeping cool and following the plan? Yes, falling in love with her was not part of the plan. But really, can you even do that on purpose? Or even foresee that? That's the beauty of love: you never know when it's gonna hit you. And when you get that feeling, you get all flurries. Then suddenly, you just find yourself trapped. You can't think straight, you're making bad decisions, and now you're living a lie. Isn't that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck, fantastic? Yet, you still linger - 'coz even if it hurts, you know you're lucky to even have had such a feeling.

I have loved her since and now I've loved her more. I know you wouldn't believe me if I told you that the sweet gestures I make for her were all just an act. I know you wouldn't believe me if I said that those were just things to keep her believing that I am in fact her husband. Those were true before, when I didn't have the guts to admit that I see the big elephant inside my heart. And oh, that elephant sure isn't shy. It's pulling on my tug strings for about two months now – and it's driving me crazy. I haven't had such a good sleep ever since we got here. Every night, I send myself to a little guilt trip. I collect my thoughts and decided that the best way for both of us to get through this is to act like all of this is normal. Every night, I just find myself watching Monica sleep, with her breathing even and her cheeks flushed. And when I finally overcome the weariness, I close my eyes and pray, hoping that tomorrow we'll be a miracle that in one snap, everything's not so complicated anymore.

My trail of thoughts was cut off by the ringing of my phone. I answered the call from my brother.

"Hey."

"Chandler, how are you? I got the money you sent. Thank you so much. Dad misses you terribly."

"Please tell him I miss him too. Well, everything's the same and it kills me. Monica's still doing her best to adjust to this imaginary life that she's supposed to live with and I would just like you to know that I'm also preparing myself for my next life as a dung beetle."

"Don't think like that Chandler. You're an incredibly good soul. In fact, the one preparing for a horrible reincarnation should be me for putting you through this. I could never give back to you for all that you've my sacrificed."

"And everything I've done for you will be worth it."

"Hey, there's another reason I called and I think you would like what you'll be hearing very much."

"Finally, something I would gladly hear."

"Okay, so I should start with the not so good first– well the thing is, the Gellers are starting to lose hope on finding Monica and they're actually thinking about throwing her a memorial service…"

"That's awful. She's here alive and healthy. But yeah…" I felt my stomach twist out of guilt. There's the reason I'm coming back as a lowly insect. I'm ruining other's people's lives by putting them through this misery they don't deserve.

"And this is the good news, Jim and Danny have started lying low and have hidden somewhere far – I think Mexico. So, I think maybe you could finally go back to New York. We could start planning how we'll bring Monica home."

"But Juliet – I mean Monica…" I stopped; I've lived this double life for so long that I got accustomed to calling her that: Juliet – my supposed wife of a year, who never ceases to trust his husband: Chandler Bing – the quarry worker at Quebec and formerly a waiter in New York. Such lies – heart wrenching lies.

"…she's not well yet. She doesn't remember a thing about her past. And I tell you, it took time for her to adapt to our situation and she'd heavily relied on me this past few months. I don't think she'll be able to take it now. Why don't we wait longer?"

"Don't you see, the less she gets used to this house-play you'd been doing, the easier it will be for her to understand everything's that happened? Maybe it would even jog her memory better, if we actually tell her things that are actually true."

"She's in a very delicate state. I don't think this is the best for her. She's settled now and she's happy. And also, since when did you get to make the decisions? When you told me to take care of her it became my problem to figure how to work things out with her."

"I was just suggesting that you go home. I thought you wanted this. I thought you'd be happy? And this is all perfect timing, believe me Chandler."

"But, she isn't okay yet! Monica is not fine. It'll be easier if she gets back her memory first and then she could be the one to tell us how she would like to plan her coming home. I would think it's more proper to ask for her forgiveness for all the lies to the real her."

"Is this about Monica not being well, or about you not wanting to let her go? Chandler, I've warned you already before. Don't hurt yourself more. Don't make this more difficult than it already is."

"I'm the one making this more difficult? This situation was already hell when I became involved in it! And why do you keep blaming me for how I feel about Monica? Don't you think I've gone crazy trying to shield my stupid heart away from that stupid angel throwing its stupid arrows right at me? I can't help it, Sam! I love her: stupid, foolish, cruel love!"

"I'm sorry, Chandler. I- I don't know what to say…"

"Let's just...I'll just call it a night. I'm so tired already. Goodbye for now, Sam."

MONICA'S POV

I went to Phoebe's house and started our daily session. Now, when we reached the one-month point, Phoebe thought that the therapy can now be lighter. She thought that my recovery would now depend solely on me and I should be able to do that by doing things that pre-accident Juliet would usually do. I asked Chandler for help on that. Phoebe also encouraged me to always keep happy thoughts all the time. She said something about maintaining the best colors of my aura and something about good vibrations. I think it is going well, 'coz I'm really feeling better today.

"So, how are things going with you and Chandler? Did the special teddy I gave you work its magic yet?" Phoebe asked me playfully.

"We could be worse. But yeah, things are pretty okay with us. And no Phoebe it hasn't, you know what our stand on that is. The good thing is we fight less now and I couldn't be happier. When I remember everything it's gonna be perfect." I said.

"Well I'm happy for you too. I'm just here when you wanna talk about something." Phoebe said smiling.

"Thanks, Phoebe."

"Oh, I have something that you might be interested in."

"What is it?"

"There's a minister coming to town on Friday and all the couples are participating in a renewal of vows ceremony, yay!" Phoebe said excitedly.

"That's great Phoebe. Oh, maybe I could cook something nice for the occasion!"

"I was actually hoping you'd say that 'because you really cook well, Juliet."

"Well I'm supposed to, 'coz Chandler said I'm a professional cook back in New York."

"So that explains it. Anyway, I was actually going to invite you and Chandler to join us. You didn't get to celebrate your first anniversary right and I think this will be a perfect opportunity for you guys! Come on, it would be so sweet and you know, you'll have to have a honeymoon and rekindle the love." Phoebe said while doing her weird flirtatious remarks to me.

"Yeah, I agree. It would be wonderful. I'll ask him later."

"Okay, I'm excited already!"

I waited excitedly for Chandler to arrive. This would really be a great opportunity to spruce things up in our relationship.

"Hello, Juliet. How was today?" Chandler said to me as he entered our house.

"It was good, Chandler. I'm supposed to ask that, you're the one's working hard all day. So, how was work?" I replied. I then proceeded to kiss him on the cheek. It has become a routine for me for a while now, though Chandler did not take it well the first time. I guess you remember that "good night kiss" incident where Chandler ran off and left me. But we're over that, we're in a more comfortable state now.

"It's all the same; exhausting as usual. Did you eat yet?"

"Oh yeah I already did. Do you want me to reheat dinner for you?"

"It's okay, I can do it."

"No, please let me. Just rest now."

"Okay, thanks."

As I was working on his food, I tried to ask him.

"Chandler?"

"Yes, Juliet?"

"I was wondering…Phoebe told me something today. She said there's going to be a renewal of vows ceremony for married couples on Friday. Why don't we join? Come on, Chandler. It would be so romantic and maybe we could finally get new rings. But of course, the most important thing will be that we could solidify our commitment once more." I told him awaiting a positive response.

"What?! No! We're not doing that. We're already married, why do we need to get married again?"

"It's a symbol of our love, Chandler. It's supposed to strengthen our marriage. Besides, it's perfect. We didn't get to celebrate our anniversary properly."

"I just don't think we have time for this nonsense."

"Nonsense? How could you talk about our marriage like that? Are you telling me that this doesn't mean anything to you?" I said while making hand gestures at the two of us. I'm shocked.

"I don't mean it like that Juliet; I just don't think that we have time for this. We have so much more important things to take care of." He tried to explain to me but it did not convince me at all.

"Now there you go again; 'not important'. Well, thank you very much! I could not hear that enough. Thanks for letting me know where we're at – that these are all just a waste of time to you. You know what; take your precious time all you want. I don't want any part of it anymore." I stormed off, brought some of my clothes and headed for Phoebe and Mike's house.

CHANDLER'S POV

Well, there you go. She left. I did not bother following her anymore because I know she doesn't want to talk to me. I hurt her more but what can I do? I can't agree on what she wanted. But, I hate seeing her suffer. I did not bother eating anymore. I just slept through my remorse. I woke up the next day alone. It feels horrible not having her around and knowing that she's mad at me. I drank coffee and headed down to work. I thought it would get things away from my mind for a while.

Now, I was looking forward to work because I thought things would be a little better around there. It turns out; everything would just fall apart more. There's been some big budget-cut on the project that we are working on and that's why they're laying off some people. The best part is that I'm one of the top prospects; they're thinking of kicking out the new guys. With my disagreement with my brother and the fight with Monica, I felt that drinking all my body weight was my best option.

I have no idea how I got home that night but the next day I got the worst hangover. Although, I vaguely remember someone taking off my shirt; something about helping me change off to my sleep clothes.

MONICA'S POV

I was still mad at Chandler. I just can't believe he would talk about our marriage like that. It's like saying that I'm not important to him, that I'm not worth enough to marry the second time. But, I have no choice. I had to go back to our house because I did not bring enough of my stuff to Phoebe's. As I headed back to our house, I happened to run in to one of Chandler's co-workers. He told me about the probable lay-off situation at the quarry and how Chandler was so depressed that he got himself drunk. I could not resist it. I set-off my qualms against Chandler and checked on him.

As I entered our house, I saw Chandler lying on the bed looking pretty flushed. Yeah, he was incredibly drunk alright. He was wiggling around and blabbing disjointed words. I got a bowl of water and decided to fresh him up and change him to his sleep clothes.

"Chandler, I'm still about yesterday but I heard about your situation at the quarry. Why did you have to get so drunk? But, I guess it's also my fault, 'coz you don't have a supportive wife to go to because we're fighting. Oh well, enough of that. I'm just gonna tuck you into sleep and I'm coming back to Phoebe's." I said as I started damping his face with the wet towel. It surprised me when he answered me back.

"You're so great…you know that." He said smiling, even though his eyes were closed. I don't know if he's even aware that he's talking.

"Well, I should be…Now it makes it more questionable why you don't want to marry me again."

"No, no no! I mean you're so great. And you're…so…pretty…You've always been there for me even if we're not together..."

I just listened as he continued talking. I must admit that a small smile crept on my face. And he must be telling all of these from his heart – drunk people are supposed to be honest, right?

"You're so beautiful… And you never fail to let. me. down. Even though I had a bad day you always cheer me up with your cute little eyes and your cute little nose… You know I think about you every night…You're amazing, Mon…"

I was gonna give in and hug Chandler when something he said stopped me: Mon. Mon? Who the hell is this Mon? Oh my God. I threw the towel over his face feeling anger rush through me. I can't believe he would do this to me. I cried myself to sleep.

The next day, Phoebe noticed that I was more disturbed so she asked me what went wrong this time.

"So what happened, is it Chandler again?"

"Yes, oh my God Phoebe, he's cheating on me!" I can't help it, I burst into tears.

"Oh no. Why would you think that? Honestly, knowing Chandler for the past few months, he thinking about another woman besides you would be the last thing I would believe. I could see it in his eyes Juliet, the man loves you."

"Well, if he really loves me why does he have another woman? Why is he talking about how she's so great and pretty…"

"See, you might be getting ahead of yourself. Do you even have a name for this other woman?"

"Yes! That's why I knew. When I got home, I saw that he was drunk and I decided to take care of him. Suddenly he was telling things like 'you're so great' or 'you're so pretty'. I became happy but all of that changed when he said 'Mon.'"

"So he said Mon, huh? Do you think he's gay? Do you think it's a short for Raymond?"

"Phoebe! I have no time for jokes! We're dealing with a marriage crisis here!"

"Okay gosh, I'm sorry. But still, I can't believe Chandler would be cheating on you. I can really feel it Juliet. He's not the type of guy. At least, that's how I feel. You know, I can sense people really well, and I'm not usually wrong. So, why don't you face him about it, clear things up? I mean 'Mon' could mean a lot of things. Don't worry. If your suspicion turns out true, I'll be the first one to kick his ass."

"I don't know Phoebe; I don't think I can even look at him now."

CHANDLER'S POV

This is not helping. I need to talk to Monica and patch things up with her. I'm supposed to be the good guy here and not make her hate me. Besides, she'll have enough hating for me when the truth finally comes out. I wanted to show how much I want her to forgive me so I brought three red roses and dressed up to my best attire.

"Phoebe!" I knocked on Phoebe and Mike's house.

"I'm coming!" I heard her say.

"Oh, it's you." Phoebe said tepidly.

"Well, good morning Phoebe. I know Juliet's there. Can I please talk to her?"

"You got the nerve coming here!" she said with a loud voice. It reminded me of the first time we met – when she shouted all those angry French words at me.

"Oh…I know you know what happened and I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt Juliet. And I'm here to ask for her forgiveness. I hate it when she's mad at me."

"You better be disappointed Chandler, 'coz you got a brokenhearted woman in there!" she calmed herself down before she continued.

"But, I'm not taking sides. I need to give you a chance to explain yourself because I trust you, Chandler. And there's a big part of me that believes that you love that woman so much you'd never mean to hurt her. And I mean only that woman!"

"What you mean only that woman-"I was cut off by Monica.

"I know the truth Chandler! I know the reason you don't want to marry me!" she said furiously. I could see how hurt she is and I'm dying a little inside. But it hit me, she knows the truth?

"What truth? But, how can you? Okay, please calm down. Please let me explain. Oh God, I'm not ready for this… Please, please forgive me. I only care about you so much that's why I did it." I could feel my heart pounding. So this it, I guess Sam was right. We really did have to go back to New York now. It's over.

"What?! I can't believe you! You did it for me?! Huh, well thank you very much! So, how was she?" She answered back with enraged sarcasm.

"What she?" Now, I'm getting more confused.

"I hate you, Chandler! Do you know how much it sickens me to look at you now? I now understand why you act that way towards me!"

"What she?" I asked once again.

"You have such a nerve! You're unbelievable!" Monica was now beginning to say curse words at me.

"Would you calm down?! Let's talk about this because I don't understand."

"Well that makes both of us. So, you're playing the innocent card now, huh? It takes two people, Chandler! I know about you two!"

"She knows about Sam?" I thought.

"Okay, I've had enough of these. Phoebe, if you'll please excuse us, I and my wife will be continuing this discussion in our own house."

"What?! I am not going with you! We're having this discussion right here! I want all of them to know what you did to me!"

"You forced me." I pulled Monica and proceeded to carry her above my shoulders. She was struggling but I managed to bring her all the way to our house. She's a petite woman, after all.

"Let go of me!" I brought her down as I closed the door as well as the windows shut.

"I hate you! How could you do this to me! You lied to me, Chandler! So, that's why you don't want to marry me, because you're planning on ditching me. You're just staying here with me because I lost my memory and you feel bad! You're just acting like my husband out of pity! But, you don't have to worry anymore. Coz' I know everything, and you and Mon are now free to run towards paradise!"

"Did you say Mon?" Why is she referring to herself in third person?

"Oh yes, I heard you say her name last night, Chandler. I know all about how pretty she is and how great she is and how she has a cute little nose and cute little eyes and how you think about her every night!" Oh, God. So that explains it. Last night, I was so drunk and it must have slipped out of me. My brother Sam would always laugh at me the next day after we got to drinking and would tease me about how I gush about Monica whenever I was drunk. Good thing I didn't say her whole name, 'coz I would not be able to explain that. On a bad note though, Monica still doesn't remember…

"Wow!' I can't believe it. I was given another chance to compose myself and prepare for the worse with Monica.

"That's all you could say?! I thought you would even dare to explain yourself. I guess you're so relieved to get me off your back!"

"No, Juliet. You don't get it, you see Mon is…"

"And now, you're gonna tell me in detail how great she is? Sorry, but no thanks! Ugh, I hate you! I hate all men – playing with our hearts, cheating and even feeling proud of it and I can't believe I thought for once you were diff-."

She was hitting me hard on my chest and can I just tell that it hurts. This woman is freakishly strong. I held her arms and look straight at her. Her eyes were all puffy from all the crying she did and her eyes looked right back at me. I then cupped her face and without caution, I kissed her hard. I kissed her with all the passion I had, all the feelings I kept inside of me all these years in that one small action. I could tell that she's shocked but she gave in and I could feel her fingers pull on the back of my hair.

Snapping back to reality, I let go. Oh God, I only made things worse. But, I had no choice. She wouldn't let me talk and that was the only way I thought I could stop her. I put myself back together once more and started talking. I could see that she was blushing. I left her speechless.

"Mon… is short for Monty. Monty is my little pet hamster back when I was a child. And we were the best of friends. But, unfortunately he died because I don't have enough money to buy him his regular food. I still miss him up to this day, 'coz you know he was my first pet. I just love my pets so much." I tried to explain, doing my best to act as if I really care about this Monty – the pet hamster.

"Huh. Okay, if 'Mon' is really your pet, why did you say he's so pretty?"

"Well, you know he's got… pretty fur. That's why I felt bad when I lost him. Plus, he's really an active pet too." Monica was watching me speak, probably waiting for me to crack and say that I'm really cheating on her.

"Huh, referring to fur as 'pretty'? If Mon is not a woman, maybe he's a man. Are you having an affair with a man, Chandler?"

"What the hell?! Oh God, no! How could you think that? I got a job working at the quarry carrying loads of heavy rocks and all other things heavy. Isn't that man enough for you?" Now, this is just getting more messed up.

"I'm just saying…and ugh, such stereotyping. Oh, I'm a hunky manly man I carry stones and sticks all the time." She said in a mocking voice. "You're not even buff!" she added.

"So you want me to be buff? Maybe you'd like me more with a mustache huh? You're the one stereotyping what a real man is. Let me tell you, I may not have a mustache or biceps that show off even when it's not flexed but underneath these is 100% man!" Okay, I know what you're thinking: am I insecure because I don't have a mustache? Eh, you're wrong. I can grow a mustache, you'll see!

"What has this got to do with a mustache? Okay, fine. You're 100% man, whatever. The point is you hurt me!"

"I told you, I'm not cheating on you, you're the only one for me, Juliet. I already told you, I love you."

"You love me?"

"Yes, I do. Haven't I told you yet?"

"No, would you run that by me again?"

"I said I love you, Juliet."

"Okay, if you love me, then why won't you marry me again?"

"Do you really wanna know why?"

"Yes, I do. I can't sleep thinking about it."

"Okay, it's because it would be wrong."

"Wrong? I knew it-"

"Let me finish."

"Marriage is about honesty, trust, respect and the assurance that you love each other very much. And I've already told you, I love you. But, could you say that for yourself?"

"What are you talking about, Chandler? Of course, I love you. You're my husband."

"Really? Could you honestly say that you love me because that's what your mind is telling you; that you should love me because I'm your husband, or is it because that's what you feel right in here?" I pointed my finger to her chest, right where her heart is. She couldn't respond.

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If we ever should get married, again – I want it to be when both of us are ready, when you are ready. Because honestly, there are a lot of things that we need to consider. This is just the same, with you know… Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I want it to happen when you'd be sure that you truly feel that way about me, because you may feel that way before, but you can't remember it now. I want all the people we love with us there. And when that day comes, you'll be the most beautiful bride once again, and all the hunky mustached men would be jealous because they can't steal you away from me." I finished my speech and I could tell that she believed in me. Well, she should because I'm not lying. If I should ever live my fantasy of marrying her, Monica, the woman of my dreams, I would be the luckiest guy in the world.

"Oh Chandler…"

"Yes, Juliet?" I smiled at her. She was hugging me and I played with her hair.

"Okay, I believe you now. You're forgiven."

"So does this mean that we're good?"

"Yeah, we're good. But, promise me the moment I tell you I'm ready…"

"I will think about it."

"Chandler!"

"What?"

"Okay, yes we will."

"Now, that's better." She was beaming. She was holding on to me more affectionately and she was looking like she wanted to kiss me again.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I don't know, you know that kiss was amazing…"

"Well, I have kissed over four women." I said rather proudly.

"What four women?!"

"Four women, before you. Calm down." I chuckled a little.

"Oh." Then she started clinging to me more once again.

"You're a great kisser, Chandler…" She started leaning into me but I backed off.

"Okay now, you've already had one a while ago, why do you want more?"

"I thought it would be great. Plus, you smell really good. Is this new cologne?"

"Oh, come on you scored one already." I tickled her so she could stop. I was laughing nervously.

"Fine. Could we just cuddle?"

"Sure."

And so we did, we brought ourselves in warm embrace. Soon, all of this would be over and I'm slowly dreading that day. Although my love for her couldn't be more real, this whole thing is unfortunately, plain old fantasy.

A/N: There you go! How was it? Please let me know. :D Did you like the longer chapter? This is how I planned for this chapter to work and I guess I just kept on writing and writing. And I did not want to divide it into two chapters. The next chapter will be shorter though, like the first ones. Anyway, watch our for the next one.:)