I wake up on Valentine's Day next to Dan, and cuddle up into his warm side, letting out a content sigh. His arms tighten around my waist and he buries his face in my hair.

"Morning, love," he mumbles sleepily.

"Morning," I say, grinning happily. We stay like this for about half an hour, before I start to get hungry. "Let's go get food."

"Mmm..okay." I pull on a pair of shorts and a random t-shirt and Dan puts his sweatpants and t-shirt back on. While making my way to the door, my foot gets caught on my laptop charger and I tumble down. Just before I hit the ground, Dan catches me and lifts me up into his arms bridal style. "Careful."

"I always am!" He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead before carrying me into the kitchen and setting me down in one of our kitchen chairs. Katie is sitting at the opposite end of the table, eating bacon and reading.

"Have fun last night?" She asks, not looking up.

"Yes, actually," Dan says, poking me in the side. I giggle.

"I wonder how much it would cost to sound proof your room…"

"That's exactly what Phil said last week!" I gasp. "You guys are perfect for each other!" She gives me an annoyed look.

"Because we don't like hearing our best friends fuck all night long?" I feel myself blush as Dan brings me a juice box. "Anyways, you guys have any big plans for today? Plans that hopefully don't involve having sex in my bed?"

"We're going to dinner at some fancy Italian restaurant I can't pronounce the name of!" Dan exclaims excitedly, smiling at me. He had been planning this for the past two weeks so that everything would be perfect.

"Oooh, Sarah, you better start getting ready!" I glare at her jokingly.

"Ha ha. Hate to break it to you, but I already know what I'm wearing," I inform her.

After we eat some pancakes, we head into the living room to play a romantic game of Just Dance.

"Dan, this dance doesn't involve thrusts," I yell through my laughter, watching my boyfriend dance.

"I don't care! I'm letting the music take control of my body," he tells me. He throws his Wii controller onto the coffee table and instead pulls me to him, lifting me onto his toes and spinning me around the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Dancing!" His grin gets even wider as I throw my controller over next to his and wrap my arms around his neck. We dance around the living room for a while, not following the screen at all. When we're done, we collapse on the couch in a fit of laughter.

"I think I won!"

"Nuh uh, I definitely won!"

"Prove it!" He pulls me into his lap and starts tickling me. I let out a shriek and try to break free, kicking and wiggling in his grasp, but he doesn't let me go. "St-sto-op!"

"Not until you admit that I'm the better dancer."

"Never!" He tickles me harder. "Fine! You're better! Just stop it!" With a smile, he lets go of my sides.

"You'll pay for that," I whisper, lightly pushing him down onto his back.

"Oh will I?" His lips are just a centimeter from mine and I can feel his hot breath on my face.

"Yes." I press my lips to his delicately for a few seconds before climbing off of him. He lets out a disappointed groan. After blowing him a kiss, I skip off down the hallway.

"I need to get ready! See you at six, babe!" I call behind me. I fill the bathtub with hot water and put in my favorite bath bomb (it makes the water green and glittery and Christmas tree scented), climbing in with Catcher in the Rye.

After my relaxing bath, I head to my room and pull on my turquoise lace dress and sparkly silver shoes. When my hair is perfectly curled, I head to the kitchen to wait for Dan.

He knocks on the door at exactly six and when I open the door; his face is blocked by a huge bouquet of multicolored orchids which makes me squeal internally. I had mentioned they were my favorite flowers a few months ago, but never expected that he'd remember.

"You're so sweet, thanks," I say, and he hands them to me with a sheepish smile. I hand them to Katie who had snuck up behind me. "Do something with these."

"Ready to go?" Dan asks. I nod and pull on my coat, joining him on our doorstep. He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together as we head into the heart of the city to the Italian place we had reservations at. "I'm going to get back at you for earlier, you know."

"Of course you will." He gives me a look of mock-hurt.

"Your doubt wounds me. If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" I giggle at his adorable habit of reciting Shakespeare and stand on my tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Alas! I am a woman friendless, hopeless!" He gives me a quizzical look. "What? For some reason I've always remembered that line." It takes us about fifteen minutes, but eventually we get to the restaurant.

"Howell," he tells the man at the front desk, and we are led into a beautiful room with hand painted ceilings and dark wooden furniture. Someone plays classical music on the grand piano in the corner and everyone in the place looks really uptight and posh. We sip red wine and pretend like we belong here.

"So I was on my yacht eating caviar when my butler told me that I had made another billion dollars," Dan says in his most posh voice and we both break out in fake laughter.

"That reminds me of the time when I was dining with the queen and she offered me her corgi!" I say in my British accent which is very bad.

"She offered you her crown?" I reach across the table and smack him.

"Shut up!" He starts laughing hysterically and I eventually lose it and join in. We get annoyed looks from our fellow diners but are unable to stop ourselves. When the waiter comes to our table looking angry, we completely lose it.

"Excuse me, but we have had some complaints about the noise level in this general area and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he tells us. This makes me laugh even more and I have to lean on Dan as we leave to keep from falling over.

"I'm sorry," he says when I'm calmed down.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because tonight was supposed to be perfect!" I smile at him and squeeze his hand.

"It doesn't matter what we're doing, it's perfect cause I'm with you, silly!" He sticks out his lower lip in a pout.

"Okay."

"Why don't we just head home, watch some movies and eat Phil's chocolate?" His face brightens at the thought of eating the 'I'm lonely' chocolate Phil had bought for himself.

"Sounds good!" I wrap an arm around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.

When we make it back to his flat, we put on our pajamas and get situated on the couch with Phil's chocolate. We put on the Princess Bride and I smile up at him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Sarah," Dan whispers to me. I lean up and kiss his cheek.

"I love you too, Dan," I say, and snuggle up into his chest, focusing my attention on the movie until I drift off to sleep.